Whereabouts

Now I regret not having accepted even a morsel of their lavish meal. But thanks to them, not even a crumb of it lingers.

I mourned those wasted tickets, and that trip never taken, more than I mourned for you.

But one can’t ask the sea to never swell into rage.

I don’t forgive you for never having stepped into those arguments, for never protecting me, for having forsaken your role as my defender, all because you felt that you were the victim in that tempestuous household.

But as a result I learned not to involve you, and to never expect you to save me.

response I found both brutal and cowardly on your part.

Every purchase, however mundane, makes me happy. Each item validates my life somehow.

That said, there are times I miss the pleasant shade a companion might provide.

I mourn my unhappy origins.

was a hermit; true peace, for him, meant staying indoors, staying put in a familiar place.

My mother would have enjoyed traveling, taking trips. She always wanted to go to big cities, to visit museums and sacred places, the te