We humans grieve for loss—heartbreak, death, and the loss of our youth or friendships.
You need to grieve well in order to move forward, but what if you’re left numb, without tears? The pent-up knot of denial, wingless like a stubborn fishbone stuck in the throat, an endless barren desert.
The art of grief is not easy to define; at most, it is a valuable force.
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song: Desert Island Disk – Radiohead
I am not afraid of death; I fear what I leave behind.
