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.