That word again. Happy. It’s a curse. The pursuit of happiness makes us deeply unhappy. It’s a trap.Before anything else happened, there was me in bed, thinking of who you used to be. I don’t want you to think I forgot.

anchor, v.: I drift, I drift, I drift, you stay.

Love is the higher law.

She is carrying herself through the day, and it’s not an easy task.

I will be the one to leave you.

Moments into minutes. Minutes into hours. Hours into days. Days into years. Years into possibility. This will linger.

I felt like I was missing something. Missing you more. Missing whatever was going to happen next.