it is hard to love someone while you're grieving the loss of the person they used to be.
my brother hasn't spoken in weeks. a headstone reads, here lies the brother you once had, and the flowers I placed there are barely living. I've spent all of my time digging him out of one grave, only to discover there's an entire cemetery left to unbury.
my mother hasn't smiled in days, and exhaustion has become the guest that has overstayed its welcome. misery usually loves company, but I am anxious for it leave.
I am homesick for a house that I once lived in. I am homesick for a place where only love grows from this family tree.