This is how I’m Unavailable

I took better care of the empty space I reserved for you than myself.

Blind Item

Have you heard about us?
Me neither.
Barely had time to come up for air.

First Aide

Pain isn’t a broken car, revving smoke in an immovable fury.

Pain is a crying, redcheeked child.

Not asking to be fixed. It just wants your attention,

the tender awareness that something hurts.

Turns out, I’ve bled out looking for solutions when the wound just wanted me to look at it.

A single decade

The struggle of a person in their early twenties is uncertainty and overwhelming possibilities of what their life could be.
The struggle of someone in their late twenties is making decisions from authenticity instead of default, tradition, or potential regret. To pick ourselves over what they’re told a life of mattering looks like.

I’ve grieved prematurely for lives I’ll never live. I’ve blessed the life I have, a decade I told have to remember with an eraser over any of it. We’re always missing out on something. I think that I did something right because I never missed out on myself.