I've grieved enough for his life cut short and for mine for running on for so long with so little in it. It's weakness now, but I suppose I am crying out of a general sense of loss. Maybe I am mourning for the human condition.

I need them and they need me to need them

Things don't matter, people do

I can only strive for what is important

Let her be with her memories. Better that than be aware of this reality.

I've grieved enough for his life cut short and for mine for running on for so long with so little in it. It's weakness now, but I suppose I am crying out of a general sense of loss. Maybe I am mourning for the human condition.

I am afraid of losing what I have already valued.