How will I survive this missing? How do others do it? People die all the time. Every day. Every hour. There are families all over the world staring at beds that are no longer slept in, shoes that are no longer worn. Families that no longer have to buy a particular cereal, a kind of shampoo. There are people everywhere standing in line at the movies, buying curtains, walking dogs, while inside, their hearts are ripping to shreds. For years. For their whole lives. I don't believe time heals. I don't want it to. If I heal, doesn't that mean I've accepted the world without her?

Music: what life, what living itself sounds like.

How can the word love, the word life, even fit in the mouth?

How could a mother who boils water for pasta leave two little girls behind?

In one split second I saw everything I could be, everything I want to be. And all that I'm not.

The. World. Is. Not. A. Safe. Place.

It's time for second chances. It's time to remake the world.