Love weaves itself from hundreds of threads.

The world, right now, is only us.

The key is to never recognize these imbalances. To not let the dauntingness daunt us.

Let’s make plans,” I ventured. And Sofia smiled and said, “No, let’s leave it to chance.

We just want to walk. Our legs need to move to keep our minds from collapsing.

There is certainty in a ring. The non-ending, the non-beginning. The ongoing. The way it holds on to you not because it's fastened or stretched or adhered. It holds on because it fits.

I had gotten so used to being alone, but never entirely used to it. Never used to it enough to stop wanting the alternative.