I stepped out of my apartment and into the hallway. There was a sweet burning smell that reminded me of my father’s home. I inhaled deeply and the weight of the air filled my heart. I miss him dearly. I closed my eyes and inhaled again. I was in a room that was more foreign to me than my father. It was his ancestors’ room and my presence was forbidden.
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I know you've heard this before but there are people in my head. A few of them are good and then there are the bad ones too. Together we muse quite often on the absurdities of life. This is our minutes of meetings. View all posts by 4everQuixotic