Tenative reply, on a sunday/monday 1:36 am-
I have said no to so many things lately.
And no has been said to me.
The void. The cold, no matter what anyone says.
There are days when you do because you have to
And others when no feels like the best kind of yes.
Yesterday.
I can't remember when I cried last and for some reason it feels like an important thing to know.
Friday. It was Friday and brief.
Two years is not so long a habit that it cannot be undone. Inevitablyet undone.
To speak and break some silence.
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