Who wants to know that the person you love and need the most can just vanish forever

Who wants to know that the person you love and need the most can just vanish forever

It's such a colossal effort not to be haunted by what's lost, but to be enchanted by what was.

You have to see the miracles for there to be miracles.

I wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes when the grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe.

I know the expression love bloomed is metaphorical, but in my heart in this moment, there is one badass flower, captured in time-lapse photography, going from bud to wild radiant blossom in ten seconds flat.

The architecture of my sister's thinking, now phantom. I fall down stairs that are nothing but air.