You don’t need to be afraid of falling // when there’s someone around to catch you.

A divided heart offers a strange sensation.

I don’t like anyone knowing anything about me that I didn’t choose to tell them.

I think my head's a minefield strewn with triggers, and maybe if I survive each explosion, what emerges from the wreckage will be me, really, truly me.

Is that love? It seems like a pale word, too easily tossed about by people who don’t know the meaning of it, who twist it for their own ends. I’m afraid of it now, right up there with clowns, close spaces, and open flames.

I’ve lost so many people. Some I left on purpose and never looked back. Some were taken from me, and I never said good-bye.

I imagine the ones we’ve lost as ghosts who prowl about the edges of the light, waiting for us to join them. Sometimes that’s terrifying, and sometimes it’s reassuring, a promise of homecoming.