January 28, 2016.
I didn't know I could heal...
We don't count the time with chronometers,
laying idle in our closets or underneath our beds...
There's no easily accessible sun
that I can summon at will...
I used to prefer
nonexistence...
I feel dead inside.
And thank goodness I write...
This time,
can I be more direct...
We can never know what will hunt us tonight.
Whether fear itself is toying with vulnerable...
pandemics and natural
disasters and sicknesses...
If you ever need someone to love,
You can count on me...
She visits today,
amidst clouds and clutter...
.
He carries the weight of who I am...
You've been quiet lately,
and I always know why...