Crazy true about how humans are the greatest commuicators, and the creatures with the most misunderstandings, I hope you one day find the voice and talk to her
I don't even know how to compliment the complex and aching beauty of this piece, but I felt moved to my core. Your writing has such a vivid way of transporting me in the image painted, with all my senses. Deeply moving work
crazy. this is SO beautiful. it hurt in all the right places, in places i thought i couldn't feel. it took me around 25 minutes to read this, just because i had to really pause in between and sob into my pillow. heart wrenching indeed. but comforting too in its own way.
I absolutely love the way you weave a narrative from mere words, you just let them touch the heart so deeply. Ypur words are the best thing to read during long journeys in the metro. And I relate to this so much because I also moved out from my childhood home, this is my inspiration to write my perspective on it. Thank you for sharing this!🫶
The most moving line for me: “it doesn’t matter how much bigger the future is when a part of your heart still lives in a cupboard that doesn’t shut” so beautifully written. 💕So glad you shared
I was shaking, I can’t get a hold of any of my friends. She’s the most brilliant person I know. The only capable to explain those emotions with those specific people in her own life. The picture had me ,thought maybe one of our friends had passed or a few really. Jesus. That piece will haunt me. I truly ran out of mom’s office. I couldn’t finish reading it, just kept calling one by one got a hold of one by one. It’s just you sweetheart, I’m so so sorry you’ve been going through more loss & I have not been in arms length to catch you if you collapse.
Excellent writing Gor, you actually rattled me! Even the house is so so familiar to many I spent years inside of around Ybor City. Thank you for the panic attack, it was nice to still sound like a lunatic to those who know me best <3
Might be the most moving thing I’ve ever read
thank you andrea
I cried several times on a bus while reading it
this reads like a soft exhale—grief, memory, and hope woven gently together.
You’ve done it again;) made grief feel like poetry and packing tape feel like a ritual.
okay ig what I'm tryna say is—
this piece is beautiful. the aching kind of beautiful. thankyou:)
I felt like I picked up a novel, and read a random chapter without much context, and it still made sense, I love how you put things to words
It's so beautiful to not be able to let go of things. I buried that part of me, and I hope it hurts lesser when I bring it out again
Crazy true about how humans are the greatest commuicators, and the creatures with the most misunderstandings, I hope you one day find the voice and talk to her
My heart aches for you, I hope you get everything you hope for
you too vaishali, you too
I don't even know how to compliment the complex and aching beauty of this piece, but I felt moved to my core. Your writing has such a vivid way of transporting me in the image painted, with all my senses. Deeply moving work
crazy. this is SO beautiful. it hurt in all the right places, in places i thought i couldn't feel. it took me around 25 minutes to read this, just because i had to really pause in between and sob into my pillow. heart wrenching indeed. but comforting too in its own way.
I absolutely love the way you weave a narrative from mere words, you just let them touch the heart so deeply. Ypur words are the best thing to read during long journeys in the metro. And I relate to this so much because I also moved out from my childhood home, this is my inspiration to write my perspective on it. Thank you for sharing this!🫶
ah , someone is reading my writing in metro? it’s a dream come true!
Your writing shows the stuff a narrative self is made of and hauntingly captures a grief seldom spoken of, the price of moving on.
You will never be less than three months in limbo.
Well done
this was beautiful goransh
You are an amazing writer and this one is the most beautiful thing I have ever read..
The most moving line for me: “it doesn’t matter how much bigger the future is when a part of your heart still lives in a cupboard that doesn’t shut” so beautifully written. 💕So glad you shared
thank you for reading it through endi 🫶🏻
I was shaking, I can’t get a hold of any of my friends. She’s the most brilliant person I know. The only capable to explain those emotions with those specific people in her own life. The picture had me ,thought maybe one of our friends had passed or a few really. Jesus. That piece will haunt me. I truly ran out of mom’s office. I couldn’t finish reading it, just kept calling one by one got a hold of one by one. It’s just you sweetheart, I’m so so sorry you’ve been going through more loss & I have not been in arms length to catch you if you collapse.
Excellent writing Gor, you actually rattled me! Even the house is so so familiar to many I spent years inside of around Ybor City. Thank you for the panic attack, it was nice to still sound like a lunatic to those who know me best <3
So beautiful. Thank you.
thank you