"The fact that you’re alive is a miracle.”
what his mother stated isn’t to be debated with, it is miracle, but with what he has to go through, with what he IS going through, he often wonders it it’s worth it. fingers drumming anxiously he swallows down any words that might have tried to make their way up, furiously blinking back tears. he is broken. that’s the only thing he knows for sure, the only thing he can TRUST. he rubs his eyes, breath hitching in his throat. “ i KNOW, mom. i’m.. ” scared? frustrated? confused? all those words ring true, but which should he finish the sentence with, what words can his mind muster. “ i’m SORRY. ”


















