Strange Nights...
I had a dream last night. Mark and I both had cancer. His was more advanced than mine and he decided to choose euthanasia. We was insisting the fatal injection be given at night in the moonlight. I fought and pleaded and cried and hugged. I held him at the end. I hate dreams like that. I keep looking up at him today to make sure he's still there.
overyourhead - some irreverent musings by a gay London guy - crawling though technology, love and life... so you don't have to.
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