There is sadness floating around me like pollen--dense and delicate.
I can't survive this.
A friend, an ex-girlfriend, a confidante from years ago sobbed last night into the phone from far away. I paced the length of my apartment, counting my steps, biting my lower lip, closing my eyes from her pain to see her face, her eyes weeping. There's nothing I can do.
And today...and today.
Nico. Are you reading this? I made you promise not to hurt yourself, but this isn't a child's game and promises aren't worth their weight in struggled-last-breaths. There is fear and there is anger and there is desolation flooding over me. There is nothing I can do.