i think i’ll always be a little bit his.
i really hope that one day i get that part of me back.
it’s a little hard to function with all of these pieces of myself missing
and it feels almost as if every person that leaves takes a limb with them.
it’s hard to get out of bed because of it.
I need my phone charger. It is in my car. Outside, it is freezing. Why.
I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself.
We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection.