as one always tends to, I find myself reaching for things that remind me of who I am. That remind me I am still here. That I can still be.
For this, I am grateful that I am consumed mostly by school and the work. That the ache, the questions, the hollowness that breathes through my spine sometimes, only creeps up on me when I steal away to stare out at vast empty spaces that only make me miss you more than I ought to.