#anthelioswrites

From walking out, to taking the lift, to sitting in her car as sheets of rain sweep across the windshield, the wipers cutting through, again and again, while we roll out of the basement—I feel it build. A quiet excitement. A curiosity about what comes next. A simple satisfaction in being.

What difference does it make — to know or not? You can’t escape the trepidation either way.

I must force myself to write something here every day, or I’ll slack off forever.

...he snapped, “I’m fine!” It was unfair for a sentence so small to carry such heaviness,  to linger for so long,  long after the air that carried it held no trace of it.   Unfair that a heart, having nurtured and protected its innocence through years, be affected by a moment so fleeting.

Days seem passive. Dead or dying.