Falsely Accused
Ninety-four
Nada,
Ever been in a situation where you don’t feel anything? You don’t understand or even see anything? You don’t hear anything? You tend to be deaf and mute at the same time? You are more of a zombie but you have to press on? Your brains seem to disappoint in thought but you know you have to fathom what is amiss in the rut of the muddle that tragedy has swept you under its wheels?
That’s me right now. As I give Jamal my phone to download the images, I have read the text and I can figure out the photos.
Life has just shown me its middle finger. It is brushing it on my face that I am not worth living. That’s so not me. I have very little but so much to live for.
I want to live for Neal and Neil, I also want to live for the day I will start a family with
