Midnight Thoughts

You cannot die of grief, though it feels as if you can.

A heart does not actually break, though sometimes your chest aches as if it is breaking. Grief dims with time. It is the way of things. There comes a day when you smile again, and you feel like a traitor.

How dare I feel happy.

How dare I be glad in a world where my ex-boyfriend is no more.

And then you cry fresh tears, because you do not miss him as much as you once did, and giving up your grief is another kind of death.

It’s a whole new kind of death…

And afterwards… if you’re lucky enough to survive, you learn to live and love again.

Strangers in the Background

Have you ever look at a picture of yourself and see a stranger in the background?

Looking at this picture with my friend Mitch (taken at 6780 building, parking lot) made me wonder how many strangers have pictures of me...

How many moments of other people's lives we've been in...

Were we a part of a stranger's life when their dreams came true? Or were we there when their dreams died?

Did we keep trying to get in --- as if we were destined to be there? Or did the shot take us by surprise?

Just think, you, me, we could all be a big part of someone else's life and not even know it.

Makes me think...