I’m thankful for him the way a lost
child is thankful for the moon...

He's not real.
I tell myself again and again...

I would love to wake up and not question who I am.
To not have to roll over in bed, clutching my...

If only I could weave these
tendrils of confusion...

I didn't know?
I...

I don't want to sleep
because there doesn't seem to be a...

I’m trying to find my balance,
trying to understand what I need is not...