search for fleeting moments.

all of my blood, bones flesh; deepest memories, and thoughts; those which are sacred and those which bring the bitterest agonies.

there's so much pressure to recover a feeling.

he never came back.

somebody said that the place is full of ghosts, post-breakup journal entries;

cold feet, weight gain, weight loss, hair loss, blood lust & blood loss,

emotional purgatory.

struggling with trauma.

check the organ-donation box.

but I can't give up now.

yesterday everything felt so hopeless

now I have the energy to sit in the sun.