Hiding out behind everyday things, obscured but near at hand, grief is a strange beast. It wont be pinned down. It cant be put somewhere and told to be quiet. It hides out behind everyday things and in a sudden flash its all over you, turning awareness into a deepening vortex, and awareness wont be pinned down either. Out of nowhere from every direction, sadness is all over you, disabling everything.
Most definitely, Us.
I love this:
ββ¦the only purpose to life is being alive. β
So simple.
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