Should ‘sleep’ be plural? No, sleep is an idea, like love, no s. So many decisions in a single simple sentence. Exhausting, this elaborate dance of words.

Why does one human being have too much and another human being cling to life in desperation?

I tell you of loss, my child, so you will listen, slowly, and know that in life every emotion is fated to rear itself within your being. Don’t judge it proper or ugly. It’s simply there and yours.

When you should happen to cry, then cry, knowing that just as easily you will laugh again and cry again. Your feelings will enter the currents of your core and there they shall remain.” I.

My curse: rebellious in my head but oh-so-lovely in real life.

Life is easy and hard, beautiful and ugly.

Oh, my daughter, at times you have to fight, but preferably not with your fists.

I tell you of loss, my child, so you will listen, slowly, and know that in life every emotion is fated to rear itself within your being. Don’t judge it proper or ugly. It’s simply there and yours. When you should happen to cry, then cry, knowing that just as easily you will laugh again and cry again. Your feelings will enter the currents of your core and there they shall remain.

Black seeds spill like clusters of eyes, wet and crying.

Whoever invented English should have learned to spell.