The things I don’t talk about greatly outnumber the things I do.
So far in the rear view mirror, they don’t even appear closer than they are.
They might not always be easy, but they’re my everything. Easy is boring.
I keep picturing Kindergarten Cop only Arnold is screaming, “It’s not the virus!”
No one thanks you for the lights being on. They just blame you when they’re not.
You go places you never thought you would. You become things you never dreamed.
Others may cut your down, but that doesn’t mean you can’t put yourself back together and grow. I did.
What hurt the most was that I had accepted them.
It was as if everything we have ever loved, hated, or known was taken away.
It’s not the same. It isn’t real.