Open Water

She has decided to submit to her tears rather than understand them.

Language fails us, always

Teju Cole describes how death arrives absurdly, in the midst of banality.

Multiple truths do exist, and you do not have to be the sum of your traumas

If the heart always aches in the distance between the last time and the next, then heartbreak comes in the unknown, the limbo, the infinity

It’s easier to hide in your own darkness, than to emerge, naked and vulnerable, blinking in your own light

You are hiding your whole self away because you haven’t worked out how to emerge from your own anger, how to dip into your own peace.

Sometimes you don’t know why you feel this way. Heavy and tight and tired. It’s like the incomplete version of yourself is in dialogue with the more complete parts.

You tell her she deserves to be loved in the way you love her

Sometimes, this is all you can have. Sometimes, faith is enough