Sometimes life feels like that dream--or, rather, sensation--as you sleep that you are falling, which jolts you awake. Like a continual, looped version of that. Hazy and falling. Awake and jolted. Hazy and falling. Awake and jolted. I just wish I felt like there was something to hold on to in all of this. So disoriented.
Unconditional love is curious. Such a capacity for harm but also for forgiveness. Such a ridiculously strong and irrational thing.
Need to remember to pester Nonna for stories.
Need to feel more.
(Separate things.)
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