#bubblegumpoet

When a kind enough person dies, the universe stitches itself together, and everything becomes connected. The skies are grey for them. The atmosphere fills with murk as sorrow clings to the air and dips into our world, tinging your mood with it as you pass through the fog. Your head aches for that person. They are the reason you woke up in the middle of the night with tears pricking the corner of your eyes. You almost cried then; you are weeping now.You learn the universe can mourn a person.

We feel happiness and despair— first, then second. As if they are not mutually exclusive, but rather, as if one will always be a precursor to the other.

There is a hideous thing hidden in between your ribs, it settles in your bones and seeps through your skin; spreading, it's always spreading.

There is a wakefulness I cannot forget after knowing you