too high to function, not high enough to be here

I remember the way he hugged me. I remember that it almost hurt, but in a good way - as if he wanted me to sink into him, keep me inside his body. I remember not breathing. I remember not needing to… because for once, somebody breathed for me, somebody lived for me. And I remember being so utterly, completely happy. And no matter what I do, no matter how hard I hold on to anyone that followed, nobody else ever held me that way. Nobody even came close. No one else ever held me so tightly.

Sometimes the night wakes in the/ middle of me/ and I can do nothing/ but become the moon.

I say every day, “It will be alright.” At this point, I’m not even sure if that is true. But if I stopped telling myself that, I don’t know how I would survive.

Nothing ever happens the way you imagine it to. Nothing.

I’ve survived a lot of things, and I’ll probably survive this.

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