My “home” was devoid of the normal feelings a regular household bore. There was no love, no care, no happiness, no laughter resounding through our walls. Our lives were characterized by gloom, tears, hunger, shame and fear of a monster.
I could taste it on your lips each time you kissed me good morning the past six weeks. That taste. I know it so well.
I found Atlantis! It’s in the serenity of the cemetery. In the songs of the birds as the warm calm breeze caresses my face.