afterglow

Even if I had the voice to do so, I would not have. This is not my grief to split from throat to belly, not my past to reconstruct from viscera and ice.

Beware he who would deny you access to information, for in his heart, he dreams himself your master.

How could i be responsible for another life? Life terrifies me. It's harsh, and bleak, and draining.

what is stronger than the human heart which shatters over and over and still lives

Sometimes i wake up in the middle of the night and the fear washes over me, 'cause what if this is it? What if this is right where I belong? I'm a failure. I'm not pretty, or naturally pleasant, or friendly. Im not smart, or funny, or confident. I'm exactly what mama said I was. Weak. I don't know why. What did I do? Why wasn't my family like yours? I hate what if feels like to be me and not you.

when we are sad it can be comforting to cling to familiar objects, to the things that don't change. your descriptions of the desert—that oceanic, endless glare—are terrible but also very beautiful. maybe there's something to be said for the rawness and emptiness of it all.

starry eyes sparkin' up my darkest night