Go run and find yourself. Cut the ties. No. No. No. Burn them. Eat the ashes. Let your blood turn to gasoline. Spark a flame when you need a cigarette. Tell everyone you’re gone for the weekend and don’t leave your room. Let them wonder. Dare the world to set fire. Make a puddle of tears and let the saltwater try and heal you. Reach for a memory and fall to your knees- this is how low grieving brings you. All along you thought you were falling forward, but really you were just running to find yourself. -AMT ©️