just to see your new photo? your stupid ridiculous photo!
to see that you exist and you’re happy and alive
makes me happy from afar
i called my sister. my sister called me. she said, “you knew i always felt that way.” Yes I knew.
She says, “love is not a precious egg that you can’t afford to break because it will never come around again. love grows where you want it to grow. it’s not a weak little precious stone that you’ll never find again. it’s alive.” i think she’s saying that for the both of us to hear, herself as much as me.
i don’t mind being the first to fall if it helps someone else feel better about themself.
“I am happy for you.” i am happy for me too. the mind is the hardest thing to break, its the precious bullshit.