THE SPACE THAT'S IN BETWEEN INSANE AND INSECURE.

is not the pain. Not the tears, or anger. Not the ache, not the loneliness, not the quiet, the empty seat, the bed now much too big. The danger of a broken heart is what we have to repair it with. Mistrust, hopelessness, faux comfort. Independence. The oaths we take. What we swear to ourselves. The danger is self-reliance. The danger is that these stitches in our heart don’t fall out. That there here to stay.