Blinking and blurry, I see that I’m alone
I grasp for the blanket to bury me deeper into my heat
Alone and entirely torn asunder by the silence
I wonder if the cocoon that enrobes me is enough
Enough to convince me to get out there
Remember to seize the day
Yet again
As if yesterday wasn’t enough
I have to do it all over again
The sounds and feelings of those moments are made special by the labels we assign to them.
What is a moment but a time to reflect and be?
Can’t a moment not be a point in time, at any time, to realize just how spectacular it all is?
A moment to understand that you’re a dot on a floating rock in the middle of space.
Does it even matter?
In questioning, you answer yourself and decide to exude warmth like the sun, freely and without conditions.
Because what else is there but this moment?
The moments are never enough, and we must make the most of the time we do have
Is that not what it is to be human?
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The steps to losing a child
Step One: Lose a child. Not what anyone wants to happen and nothing you can do to change it, but you can go through steps to becoming happy again. You can go through steps to loving again. You can go through steps to become a new you because after losing a child you will never be the same person you once were.
By Tabitha Hinkley4 days ago in Fiction
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Ooooof. This resonated with me deeply. I so relate to these feelings of being small in the grand scheme of the universe. These moments are not enough, indeed. Brilliantly crafted