Losing people you’ve crossed paths with -even for a short time- is very unsettling
It’s like death stealing from you and you have no control over it
And one day, you’ll be the stolen one
There is a sadness, yes, a soft, familiar weight.
But it sits beside me, not on top of me.
And in its company, I find a silence that doesn’t ask for anything.
I am still here. The world is still turning.
That is enough for today. And today is enough.