It’s hard being left behind. (…) It’s hard to be the one who stays.
But I don’t want to just believe it, I want it to be true.
It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.
Dream are different than real life but important too.
The Garden Under Snow “Now the garden is under snow a blank page our footprints write onclare who was never minebut always belonged to herselfSleeping Beautya crystalline blanketthis is her springthis is her sleeping/awakeningshe is...
Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.
I am afraid of the future; it seems to be a big box waiting for me.
Knowing the future is different from being told what I like.
Mama said, “Dreams are different to real life but important too.