Normalcy, when it returns, feels so familiar you have to pinch yourself to remember there was ever anything else. I went for a run, at last -- after weeks of illness my body longed for the pavement; my lungs wheezed the whole way to the bridges, but they endured. I help my roommate put up blinds, we all pile into her room and giggle over how ridiculous a life. The nights are dark now, but warm still; a little candle burns at the edge of my desk, it smells like stories, like life. I write myself birthday letters and smile at the prospect of a clean slate, a new year, unending possibilities. Remember that love is strength, that soft isn't weak, that fear is only a feeling. I had a dream last night that broke my heart, but the thing is it didn't break me, and I think there's a difference there worth not ignoring. I still woke in sunshine.
I still woke as sunshine.
I think there's a difference there worth not ignoring.
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