people

I wish I could just let my guts spill out to people. What I think and what I feel like. People must walk around with hearts as raw as this.

My email inbox contains a draft email to a friend. I was composing it, wanting to be an encouragement to him in his struggle with cancer. He died before I could send it. Every day I log into my email and I see it sitting there, waiting to be sent. And I can't delete it. It feels like it's erasing him somehow. It kicks me in the gut every time I look at it. SAVED DRAFT.

This is a bit of me, carrying around bits of people.