HelluvaGirl

That moment when someone stands there looking at you intently, with a disbelief almost, and you are looking back, taming the unreasonable chaos within, unaware just yet how mutual the chaos is.

I cannot forget.

I know I will  be ok. I will not kill myself or get on an antidepressant wagon. I will not do anything desperate or try to prove shit. It’s not how I function.

But we will both remain with that perennial sense of shortage that cannot be filled with anything or anybody, ever.

Doesn’t that make you crazy sometimes?