There are griefs that do not earn flowers and still rearrange your bones. I miss being easier to find inside my own day. It is a lonely thing to grieve what other people call a phase. The hardest part is how ordinary it looks from the outside. Nothing dramatic happened and somehow everything changed anyway. I am grieving a future that slowly disappeared while I was busy being responsible. There are days it feels like my life kept going but my inner weather did not get the memo. I am grieving a future that slowly disappeared while I was busy being responsible.
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