Don’t forget what reality looks like.
Even when it hurts to look at it.


grief is a contortionist

Don’t beg. Don’t beg for time. Or niceness. Or kindness.
Because that hope you carry that someone won’t claw your feelings… That hope is about you.
It’s not about them.
It doesn’t matter how many times their eyes will light up to see you, it’s always one time too few.
Grief is a contortionist


Pants rivets that stick in your leg, from a contorted position are like a needle in the arm of an addict. The momentary discomfort before submerging back into the drug (of online) addiction. Everyone has an escapism… even those who aren’t escaping.