I always found it serene when the world offered me pity. It was the sorrowful touch of peace that allowed me to mourn what I couldn’t bring myself to. It was the permission and grace I could never give myself because why cry when it’ll only flood my chest with heavy breaths and quickened beats.

 

It’s what made up 2021 and 2022. 

Heavy breaths and quickened beats of the drums of life. I couldn’t k...