Bliss is when your walking through the field and you breathe in through your nose.
The smell of the trees, you find yourself walking though a forest.
You remember the day it happened, your breathe was lost.
Your grandma was vegetable state.
You knew then where you stood with your sister, your mom, your whole family. selfish/selfless
I should've seen it than. The hurt she has put me through has been enough.
I remember the day my aunt smashed...