My brain has become my enemy. We fight over creation and his need for sleep.

I didn’t mean to snore in your ear, but I wanted to inhale all of what was wrapped up in the comforter with me.

Because you thought love was just gonna be there. You weren't taught that it had to be made, it had to be mixed, kneaded, recycled. Over and over, you have to keep creating it. Over and over with everyone you love. Over and over.

Autumn.

The grace in letting dead things fall.

Sometimes you feel alone because, like you, others aren't so ready to confess their shortcomings and struggles.

Always be you! Just never think you can always be you without consequence.