Your first response to someone’s death shouldn’t be “I’m sorry” -
Sometimes it’s easier to separate the truth from what feels better.
Sometimes she knows, and you know she knows, but you say no anyway.
Sometimes the child inside you screams for just another moment’s common sense.
Sometimes you listen.
Sometimes tomorrow feels like a promise.
Sometimes it’s a curse.
Sometimes are faster than others, like the panting of a tired engine, or the creaking of a sore knee.
Sometimes will always be.
Reality is an illusion to those who turn their heads at the slightest sound and wonder where the next revelation will take them. As a result, mankind’s mysteries have evaporated in a chilling reflexive retreat. The world is colder without the friction these empty spaces provided. So global warming can actually be traced back to fear of the original idea and the freedom to follow that idea to glorious, terrible, supernovas of discovery and heartbreak.