when everything is quiet, the same intrusive, invasive, and unwanted truth creeps from the depths of me and seeps into my bones like lead:
All of my family is dead, save for two siblings living worlds away.
Even though I am loved, I am also terribly, frighteningly alone.
All of my family is dead, save for two siblings living worlds away.
Even though I am loved, I am also terribly, frighteningly alone.
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I would tear every star from the heavens if it meant giving me one more embrace or tender kiss.
I would steal every beat of my own heart just to hear their voices one more time.
I have never been more broken.
It hurts, sometimes, but it's all-together worth it.