personal blog: simon

the morning air hits me with surge of anger and doubt. why would I turn a beautiful, simple, and generous conversation, into a horrible, furious morning? the framed photo of Bryan and his ex, imprinted on my mind as if it possessed some relevant clue. or, maybe it was the stillness of their happiness stolen in that one moment. now seems so fraudulent.

all happiness ends broken.

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