When near it, I am overwhelmed by a feeling of happiness and hope.Hope that maybe I was wrong and maybe life wasn’t quite as terrible as I thought
But I feel like there are threats and dangers too numerous to count, all edging their way closer. It seems maddening. All I want is for this heshebutinthiscaselove to flourish, but I don’t know how. I can only slap at threats, navigate shoals and pray to a god I don’t believe in for a minor miracle I might never need.
with highs so high and lows so low and a world so thrashing, I understand why my father drank.
I’ll go back to the bar and hold tight to heshebutinthiscaselove. But hopefully not so tight it breaks.