There is no control. Illusions once shattered will always remain in shambles. Cut your hands gripping the loss if the pain will bring comfort.
One foot watching the doorway, the other counting the exits.
How silly it is to be confident in the structure of a minute.
I stopped taking pictures of myself as our conversations tapered off.
Healthcare is not more satisfying when its cost accelerates. Yet, it is treated as both a luxury one is lucky to have, and a character flaw commiserate with poverty for those without it.
There is something lovely about an overwhelming happiness
demanding to be felt and experienced.
Often, we pretend to be present as our feet stretch with anticipation to reach the future.
Where is the magic of an inner child who trudges through emotional warfare?
I want to talk to the teenagers who lost their parent(s) during this pandemic because this grief will change you forever.