First of March

I woke up with a very surreal and strange feeling, one that you get after a long, hard cry that everything else just seems less real, less raw than the tears letting themselves out. Crying is that emotional transition, an acceptance that things will never be the same. It’s an acknowledgment and surrender to change. It’s a sort of farewell, and a greeting for something better. You cross your fingers and hope.


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