the fireworks outside sound like they’re preparing for war and my wife is in the other room asleep because if she heard me wake up swinging at the wall again she might actually decide to barricade herself from my dramatic post-combat reenactments, but how do you explain what you saw when all you have left are echoes of celebration drowning out your own private explosions.
i never thought watching her on a screen would feel like the end. sometimes i wonder if that stroke was a reminder that our time is finite, but i still choose to stay away.
got a letter from the hospital saying i owe them money for trying to save my partner, guess they figured saving lives is a luxury now, right, like they should’ve sent me a menu first, or maybe an installment plan for this delightful experience of loss.
got a letter from the hospital saying i owe them money for trying to save my partner, guess they figured saving lives is a luxury now, right, like they should’ve sent me a menu first, or maybe an installment plan for this delightful experience of loss.
sitting in a cafe surrounded by people but literally feeling like i am in a bubble, had this thought about how it is so weird i used to have this group chat but now i just scroll past it like it was never there, honestly makes me wonder if anyone even remembers the jokes we shared or if it is all just gone into the void.