Netoma

Seeing my last journal entry made my heart so heavy. My mom was found dead by her fake husband at the beginning of this year. Just three months after I made that journal entry.


I love and miss you mama so much.

I am oddly numb.
I held my mom while she stood and sobbed in my arms.
All I could tell her was that I loved her and that life is so weird.

Whoever thought my boyfriend would be a real hood nigga from Texas?

I am home in Arizona. My heart is scattered in Athens. I met so many amazing, caring and tender men. I miss their touches, their kisses and their smiles.

I am home; in his arms and hanging by heart strings.

His neck pulses with his own and my fingers trace his ribs.
My home.