When someone kisses someone or flushes the toilet it is my other who sits in a ball and cries. My other beats a tin drum in my heart. My other hangs up laundry as I try to sleep. My other cries and cries and cries when I put on a cocktail dress.
Why buy a product that it takes 2000 flushes to get rid of?
Gratitude is a dialysis of sorts. . . it flushes the self-pity out of our systems.