#speculative knowledge

An entire generation, starved for affection and terrified of love.

Guilt drips from my pores and pools on the floor like evidence of my recklessness. As if I never noticed the agony I was causing, like I was blind to the casualties around me. Pleading for deliverance from my abiding ineptness is no longer an option I can claim with clear conscience. Some say it’s better to keep closed lips and plead the fifth. I say that I am guilty and beckon the retribution forthwith.

Deep down, I think we know - it’s all or nothing.

I’ve mastered the art

20,000 breaths

You’ll hear about the love at first sights, the high school sweethearts, the third date proposals. You’ll be told about how he knew it was right when he saw her hold a baby or how she fell in love with him when he laid his head on her lap. But what about the fights, the tears, the regrets? What about two people who love each other but can’t figure out a way to make the relationship work? What about the uncertainty, the sleepless nights, the internal monologue where logic spars with love?

And suddenly, I’m

“Ignorance is bliss.” You’d think more people would be happy.