Oh words, please come to me; I’m suffocating under you. Last night at midnight I returned back home from Haiti. It’s all reversed though, I now know. Home is a place inside of you that is carried with you; a place that travels the same roads as you, storing up all the pieces that resemble it. Home. We left to go to Haiti at 4am, as usual, and I dragged my feet the whole time. I stood outside Levi’s doorway with my palm pressed again his door, tears wetting my purple shir
I recently decided to stop being afraid. I was driving in my car, a list of anxieties running through my mind on repeat, the knot in my chest growing with every breath. Michel leaves for good on Monday. Good as in until he is a resident. This could be one month or it could be a year. The not knowing is so wonderful. Not.
I recently learned that my lungs cannot function naturally, without the assistance of steroids, for more than 9 days.
I really, really, really, don’t like