Death had always felt a bit like a warm comforting blanket, perhaps because it seemed like something inevitable, something stable and certain in this crazy,
…as I write the word ‘safe’ my eyes fill up with tears, my heartbeat echoes in my ears and my head aches so so bad, but that burning ball of anxiety from my heart is gone, it’s finally been set free.
The nation is on fire, coastal towns and country villages decimated. Homes, jobs and lives lost to the flames, the disaster is far from over
Wildfires are raging through my country. My state and my coastline are burning, the nearby hills are on fire, a thick blanket of smoke that
Never is a long time, it’s as close as forever is far away and it feels equally as hopeless. It is a crossed over line
Holy mother of fuck. You know that little voice of reason that tells you not to look into something further, to let it be and