every member: what would you change in your space? how do you wash your face? what’s your favourite piece of clothing? do you like cheese?
karamo: do your parents love you? are you lonely? when you lay in bed at night, do you feel a void in your chest that seems to be swallowing you whole? when you stare into the void, does it stare back?
Bee mentioned
it in session in Andrew’s last year, and another time during his first months
in Boston, the dreary stretch of monotonous days passing by. Since they moved
to Denver, however, neither of them has felt the need for more company.
So it’s a
surprise when Neil calls Andrew at six-thirty on a Saturday morning, right when
he’s supposed to be out for a run.
“Are you
hurt?” is the first thing Andrew asks, listening to the static of Neil’s panting
breath.
“No, I’m
fine.” He sounds distracted. Andrew draws back the covers and gropes in the
morning light for pants. “But I think you need to come get me.”
Nothing but My Aching Soul 