Eyes in the mirror_Flatmates_The Refugee's Road_Get Yourself Free
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Eyes in the mirror
You let me grieve and I’ll let you live. I sobbed myself to sleep only to be awakened by the rain. I had cried myself to sleep begging God for death only to open my eyes the next day realizing that my request to die was not given. So, I lay here looking at the ceiling fan spinning. My eyes were drying out from staring at the blades and listening to the hum of them. The tears from yesterday were drying on my cheeks. The pitter-patter of the rain hitting the windowsill woke me up out of the trance I was in. The sound of the rain is always a trigger for me, my mom and grandma passed away when the...
Flatmates
Flatmates Papia Ray ‘Are you coming tonight?’ said Saudamini. Radha heard her speak in a hushed tone and was surprised. There were just the two of them and they had been getting along quite well since the last one year. So why the hushed tone? It left Radha feeling a bit piqued.We all know opposites attract. It happened to be the same with Radha and Saudamini, though, they were not exactly attracted to each other. Both were thrown together when each needed a housemate to share the rent of a flat in a strange city. A flatmate rather, since it ...
The Refugee's Road
My feet hurt. It’s a low dull ache that starts in the soles and burns in my calves and clenches in my back. I try to count the pebbles I kick from the dirt path to distract myself from that ache, but my mind returns to it again and again like a tongue probing the empty space a tooth once sat. I’ve learned that every place has a feeling--the combination of the experience of the senses with the emotions of the heart. This place is the feeling of abrasive sand between my toes despite the fact that I am wearing socks and tennis shoes. This place is the throb of exhaustion that burns in my muscles...
Get Yourself Free
Dear Corey,I am a long time listener of your show, but this is my first time writing in. My name is LTC Eugene Buckley, USA, Ret. but everyone calls me “Buck”. I’m 67 years old, retired about 7 years now, with over 40 years of honorable service to my country. I’ve been to war, beewww.onedoor.ccn blown up, taken lives, saved lives, negotiated with the enemy, but I’m not writing today to talk about all that. I’m writing in to talk about the, hands down, most difficult situation I have ever been faced with in my life: learning to communicate with my far-left, almost Socialist, Democratic wife. I was 28 and she...