I am moving into a less intense stage of mourning.
I cleaned the salt stains off my glasses and realized I hadn't cried for several days.
The pain is still there; it is just walled away. Sharp pain surrounded by a wall of numbness. I can go through the motions of my daily life and I am okay if I don't think about it, though I can still be brought up sharply by a half-glimpse of a white feline throat from the corner of my eye, or an almost-familiar voice.
I cleaned the salt stains off my glasses and realized I hadn't cried for several days.
The pain is still there; it is just walled away. Sharp pain surrounded by a wall of numbness. I can go through the motions of my daily life and I am okay if I don't think about it, though I can still be brought up sharply by a half-glimpse of a white feline throat from the corner of my eye, or an almost-familiar voice.
