Maybe the problem isn’t everything and everyone around you, but what lies within you.

I realized I loved him after everything went wrong so I wallowed in self-pity and prayed I could wake up.

I came for a portion but left with the universe.

You embrace death because life doesn’t exist without it.

Sometimes forever doesn’t happen. And that’s something we all occasionally forget.

I always cherish moments in the aftermath, never truly understanding their impact twined with my life experience in that very second. And to me, that is a beautiful realization.

Some of our truths are scarier than our horrors.

Sometimes he does talk back, but sometimes he doesn’t. Sometimes he’s not there; and from time to time I believe this was all nothing but imaginary.

I’m thankful for my sanity or whatever’s left of it.