Standing at the back window, sipping coffee and watching the traffic light change colors in the rain. Your world is coming back to you. Soon it will all be too much—but for now you’re grateful.

The one thing you have in common:
desperation.

In the fullness of the bleakness of late November a nod of gratitude for this day.

Your mind, trapped inside your mind.

A grey, windy, wet morning—beautiful and alive in a way a more perfect one could never be.

The things you joke about during the day can fill you with dread in the middle of the night.

On a good day you add up to about a quarter of an actual adult human being.
(Long exhale) Could be worse. Not so bad. Better than I expected.

Always never not letting go.