The one thing that I tried to hold on to

Loss, losing places, items, people to time, distance... it's inevitable. And no matter how much you tell yourself otherwise, when it really does come down to it, you're never ready for it.


The words were always stuck. They still are, but now they've no reason to ever try to make it out.


I'd written up something longer here, but there really isn't anything more to say. There hasn't been for years, has there?


I'm a good faker. No one has to know, but...


I'm not okay.


I'd like to think, though, that someday I will be.