How can you see the collateral beauty through grief, through sadness? It’s a terrible term but you look at it through a fog glass. In the end, I would prefer to not have lost. These days, it feels like I’m grieving something that hasn’t happened yet. Something I had been anticipating in hope it won’t come to it. Even now, I am not sure. Life is ask about surprises. Series of tests if you’re strong enough to live through.
I am sad about the inevitable. I am angry at the present. I am nothing and everything.