HISTORY
8.10.20
i’ve probably spared myself a lot of grieving
by not indulging in the darkness of boredom
things seem bigger in the dark
illness is thicker and more destructive
the presence of hopelessness closer
happiness is made of such a light and frail substance after all
no use in weighing it down more
dont mistake fragility and weightlessness for elusiveness
you don’t spend days counting breaths after all