It's raining outside. You are lying under an asbestos roof. With a hairline crack in it. Drops of water leaking from there. Continuously. Chill water drops. Aiming at the centre of your forehead. Pitter-patter-pitter. It isn't stopping. And you are sort of chained there. Hostaged. It still keeps playing pitter-patter-pitter. Now, it feels like someone's hitting your forehead with a hammer. Periodically. You still can't move. You lie there, helpless. Forever. That's how we are, grief and I. I, hostaged in my own body and my grief, mild but constant. Grief and I #yqbaba #grief #randomthoughts
