Hope keeps you alive.
I close my eyes. An image flashes—emerging from the van with Julian after our escape from New York City; believing, in that moment, that we had escaped the worst, that life would begin again for us. Instead life has only grown harder.
Stupid how the mind will try to distract itself.
The past is nothing but a weight. It will build inside of you like a stone.
like I am Alice in the Wonderland and have gotten too big for the room.
Everyone you trust, everyone you think you can count on, will eventually disappoint you.