before my eyes even open it hits me like a ton of bricks,
those bricks are on my chest and i cant get them off
the emptiness of my stomach, the crib, my heart
one by one I try to take them off. sometimes it feels good
and some bricks are really stuck.
the people around me try to take those bricks off, i really appreciate it!
but what holds bricks to the building? bond?
and unfortunately IzzyJane and I have a special bond, a special kind of glue that can't wash off, she will always be apart off me. I hope one day it just doesn't hurt as much. I hope that her bricks will become the butterflies that i wish her to be!