Was just awoken to how distant my last post had drifted from my life. We lost the baby at 22 weeks and cried for days. My love and I are as close as ever, but there is something we do not yet have words for, even now.
Work and school vie for the cognitive hours of my day. I can hear the spine of my job splintering on the spire of my study. Joyous and reckless and daily deadening, but sometimes you just wake up to what was always within you.
I did not think I would still believe it possible to change the world. And there is no geometry that convinces me but there is a story with a moment like math...
Work and school vie for the cognitive hours of my day. I can hear the spine of my job splintering on the spire of my study. Joyous and reckless and daily deadening, but sometimes you just wake up to what was always within you.
I did not think I would still believe it possible to change the world. And there is no geometry that convinces me but there is a story with a moment like math...
fineartfuldodger:
Wow. Just happened upon this entry you just posted probably 30 seconds before this response, but I am completely saddened to hear about your loss. I won't pretend to know what you're going through, but I do hope things get better (as much as they ever could) very soon.