pain. context and ageist loss.
family. the fear, as someone i love is alone, mortality dripped out in retiring bold font...rythmic. i may be a terrible person. the best i can say is i swear i want us to all be.
sitting in the dark, tragedy after another.
my son, warm against me. please, universe, god, whatever that demon is that brings that warm spring social.
i don't remember sleep.