how are you?
i am full. full of grief. full of anxious thoughts.
i am so in my head, every day. i want to know who i’m supposed to be right now. how to know i matter. i want to know how this “ends”, as if there’s an end.
there is no end. this is a happening, like all happenings. i may or may not be living in a week, with no effect on ongoing reality either way.