The things we know for a fact are doomed to happen, yet barely acknowledge their existence among our worldly concerns. Like death. It's there, it literally happens everyday, yet we still like to believe life isn't so short and everyone around is totally meant to stay. I used to think I was getting immune to death news, for how often I got to hear about them over the years. Yet, with every time I know about someone losing a loved one, my mind still goes blank. I never know what to say. Sorry for your loss, I know you might not be able to sleep well through the night anymore? Does the hole that continues to grow inside your heart still hurt as we speak? Can I do anything for you that would stop your tear ducts from drying up every time you're alone? And the worst part is when it turns into the elephant in the room. I don't know how people who experience this continue to survive and function as normal human beings, while just knowing about it completely messes me up this way.

June 28, 2020