24/08/2025
If there was a way, somehow, to stop grief, I would do it so fast. To halt it in its tracks on those difficult days where it bleeds through your veins, your skin and right to the tips of your fingers like static. It's all consuming hunger that sucks the air from your lungs and freezes your heart before you even know which part you're grieving. It's not even something I would wish on my worst enemy and I understand how the pressure on it can defeat people entirely. I understand why those in mouring have locked themselves away or gone mad because the pain of death is bizarre enough but then they're just gone....
If there was a way, somehow, to stop grief, I would do it so fast. To halt it in its tracks on those difficult days where it bleeds through your veins, your skin and right to the tips of your finge…
