Writing Means Not Just Staring

Nothing Else Is All Right.” His Whisper Tickles My Cheek. “but We Are.

I Am Better Off Doing As Abnegation Taught Me: Turning Away From Myself, Projecting Always Outward, And Hoping That In Whatever Is Next, I Will Be Better Than I Am Now.

People Talk About The Pain Of Grief, But I Don't Know What They Mean. To Me, Grief Is A Devastating Numbness, Every Sensation Dulled.

But I Will Find New Habits, New Thoughts, New Rules. I Will Become Something Else.

Who Cares About Everyone? What About Me?