no matter how many people we have to fill our empty spaces and vacant time, we will still be alone when we close our eyes when we die
of motherhood
November 14, 2008i thought about virginia woolf and the day she drowned herself. What was she thinking while she was slowly submerging into the cold water? Was she thinking of her family?he life? her accomplishments? or was she just thinking about ending something- her life - like a strong obsession to finish a story that is long due?
