“Life is sad and scary all on its own. But the stories that come from it don’t have to be.”



; And as I was left alone by the side of that godforsaken road, nothing anymore but a face in the crowd,
I found myself thinking.
How can the absence of something take up so much space inside of me?


She drew constellations with fingertips numbed by the drone ofΒ everyday existence,
Each star eliciting a spark inside her chest, swelling with the growing urgency of something beautiful about to happen and yet,
She could count her even breaths, piercing the silence.
As the lights dimmed,
Her eyes blinked open.
Only at night, did she truly awaken.