The loss and the hate. The fear and the sacred. The helpless and the want.
I can’t today. I can’t power through. I can’t refocus. I can’t feel any more.
It’s all too much.
But I do.
I check boxes. I pick up pjs. I make decisions. I eat. I breathe. I move through.
There has to be more to do than write letters and add words to the internet.
The letters and words reach readers. That’s something.
Truth. Thank you for the reminder.