For a little while tonight, I thought I was a normal human being again.
I’m not.
I hurt a friend – and possibly scared a few others – in my messiness. My skin is as thin as Benjamin’s was when he lay dead on my chest. Touch me too hard and it might come off in your hands.
You ARE a normal human being. In grief. And who doesn’t like some skin on their hands when it’s the skin of someone they adore?
I agree with Emma! We all have thin skin, we all could fall apart at any instant. (((hugs))) <3