It’s curious how some truths creep up on you during the lulls of the day, like how you feel too much and could have easily destroyed yourself, if you let it.
How fragile are the threads holding you together, how temporary. How every minute feels like you’re buying time.
And sometimes how rare moments, like eating ice cream under the tropical sun without any care in the world, seem like tempting fate. The humid air carrying little warnings: be careful.
Don’t be too happy or there will be hell to pay later.