There are griefs that do not earn flowers and still rearrange your bones. There are days it feels like my life kept going but my inner weather did not get the memo. I miss being easier to find inside my own day. Nothing dramatic happened and somehow everything changed anyway. It is a lonely thing to grieve what other people call a phase. I miss being easier to find inside my own day.
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