the same warrant in dire circumstances to achieve equilibrium and clear away sorrow to create space for positivity.

My cancer is back. 

My brother-in-law/best friend blasts Butthole Surfers at 5am for me. 

The moon looks like its from Star Wars

Pernille is leaving Paris.

Kendra Jean is nowhere to be seen.

My sister has disappeared on me.
Lauren Grace still hasn't called me back from last year. 

Tara Kelton's art makes this hospital lobby tolerable.

Wake me up when I am beautiful.