I hope the worst parts have peaceful endings. Maybe villains need kindness and sad plots need laughter. Maybe memories that make me cry are lessons I’ve learned by myself. Maybe tears make the ocean turn, after all.

I’m not sure where my purpose begins and the sadness ends, but I feel everything at once. I feel the earth shift as we fall off balance. I feel your tears before I see them. This is how I come undone, then build myself back up over and over again:

crying on my way home because home felt a lot different than how I once left it. Getting older feels reckless, and I’m not sure when to stop holding on for the sake of strangling the last parts of our youth. Endings mean everything. I think finality is the loudest sound I’ve ever felt- it rings through me and leaves me shivering. I hate how it cracks me open like an old wound to remind me that I’m only human. I bleed like every other living thing- and we can mourn as much as we need to. I just hope the worst parts have peaceful endings. -AMT ©️