Moving on has never been easy, especially when everything else was coming from a point of authenticity.
She is doing her best to move on with grace.
She just wouldn’t understand why these dreams wouldn’t extend any form of grace.
Last night she had this dream where this guy showed up wearing his actual heart on his waist. The guy was in tears. As if seeing a heart being worn on the waist wasn’t tormenting enough. Were the tears necessary really?
Now she’s conceptualizing all those dreams she had in just one night, it wasn’t just that one by the way. And she’s just here like wtf!
Shadow to my light. 