In May, my house, as well as everything I own, was washed away in a flood. While I was grieving, many people were taking pictures and posting them as though it was something everyone who experienced it wanted to remember. Photographers offered photos, not help. Friends offered pity, not help and while most were complaining that their coffee wasn't hot enough, flood victims were wondering if they would ever have a place to drink their coffee again.
Three months later and it's still all we think about.
I am not sure if the hole in out hearts will go away but I am sure we will find something, in time, that makes us whole again.
I bought many notebooks, many journals, many dictionaries, in the hopes of getting back to where I left off. I try to remember some of what I had written, what I said or spoke, but it doesn't come back to me. I only see nothing, I only hear nothing. My journals are still blank. My notebooks have not been open. My dictionary's binding has not been broken yet I still exist. I didn't think it would be possible for me to survive without words but somehow, I have.
Maybe it is time I find something I deem more useful, something that truly helps me get through the day.
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