#20.8

to never associate anything with anyone—not even a colour—and keep the thing for what it is and what it gives

diabolically elegant

a grief as a distraction from grief—a grief as a companion for the original grief

I don't know how I ever doubted I'd do it any different than you did.

I thought it was your redemption I took on—turns out it's only your disease

I tried carrying you every step of the way but you're too shallow and your sands keep running through my fingers, seeping into the earth you came from.