Today, is another day. But the exhaustion doesn't seem to wear off from all my yesterday's.
I'm glad that she came over last night, it's like our little therapy. Unloading all the heaviness in life for just a bit.
Laughing off the hurtful parts with silly comparisons to make things matter less than it really should.
She's caught in a sinking ship.
I am caught in spider webs.
Caught. We are unable to hit the ground like we should to feel the immediate-intense impact.
Hanging in mid-air; waiting.
Walking on air.
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