#letsbelonelytogether

There are days where I feel like a ghost haunting my own life. I linger in rooms saturated with my absence~ no one sees the shape I've become.

A lifetime of longing can carve out a cavern of loneliness. I am not the first to stand at its mouth, bewildered~ I will not be the last to wander its depths.

I find myself grieving for the living as much as for those who have turned to dust. The world is full of departed~ some more slowly than others.

I greet the day with the only prayer I know~ that sorrow's weight with become easier to bear. Grief is a practice in patience.

It is a skill I refine in the shadows.

Start ignoring people who threaten you joy.

Literally, IGNOReeeeee them.

Say nothing.

Don't invite any parts of them into your space.