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“The worst thing in the world can happen, but the next day the sun will come up. And you will eat your toast. And you will drink your tea.”

Treasure the company that stays despite oncoming change and ongoing constants. The kind that weathers storms and celebrates the lulls alongside you. Those whose presence feels steadfast even with months of silence or years apart. Cherish the people whose love is felt across oceans, spanning valleys, and transcending language often lost when the living passes too quickly or gets too real.

I had the dream again, the one where I am standing in the mist asking you to love me despite the ruins of both our childhoods. You tell me the story, the one you love, about the two wolves sharing prey after a forest fire and how even in chaos, hunger is the only thing that can be named. We are all seeking what can sate us in the end. But we devoured each other without consideration for what comes after. Your brutality with the truth. My gnawing ache for vengeance. Our ruined childhoods. Our story always had too many fangs. Tell me, is it too late for us to know each other again? And if it is, why do your wounds still howl with the precise cadence as mine? Why does my heart know your heart's yearning like its own heartbeat?

I’ve always liked the time before dawn because there’s no one around to remind me who I am supposed to be, so it’s easier to remember who I am.

To me it is really important to live in what I call the spaces in-between. Bus stations, trains, taxis, or waiting rooms in airports are the best places because you are open to destiny, you are open to everything and anything can happen.