Quiet Through The Grave Go I; Or

And Now I Realize Lindsay's Not Fearless. She's Terrified. She's Terrified That People Will Find Out She's Faking, Bullshitting Her Way Through Life, Pretending To Have Everything Together When Really She's Just Floundering Like The Rest Of Us. Lindsay, Who Will Bite At You If You Even Look In Her Direction The Wrong Way, Like On Of Those Tiny Attack Dogs That Are Always Barking And Snapping In The Air Before They're Jerked Backward On The Chains That Keep Them In One Place.

The Salt Blowing Off The Sea Makes The Air Feel Textured And Heavy.

He Is No Longer Mine To Lose, But The Grief Is There, A Gnawing Sense Of Disbelief.

Everyone You Trust, Everyone You Think You Can Count On, Will Eventually Disappoint You.

The Sparrows Jumped Before They Knew How To Fly, And They Learned To Fly Only Because They Had Jumped.