a little blue pill to make you think in straight lines.

the last few pages of a heartbreakingly beautiful book while the drugs take effect.

reptilian eyes, watching as you lose yourself in the grief of fictional lovers.

a cigarette to calm your racing pulse.

the hot water to wash away the tracks of the cold world left on your skin.

little lives that need your love, because your love is what keeps you from letting them and everything else go.

hope for the future.