You see, this is where I go in my rest state. I always come back to death and loss because they are comfortable. i am not saying this is unique to me, or special, or that it's a good thing. It's just, that's all I know to do.
That's where I find my warm memories, and although they are jarring, they are the only memories I own.
It's okay. we did the best we could. It's okay. Better days ahead.
I feel like time's running out.
Does anyone else feel that time is completely out of synch and the cadence is off by three beats and time ignores us as if we were chasing it down because it owed us something.
does it owe us anything?
putting my head down.
