crashing never felt so

refreshing, i think.

how nice it was to

hurt, but not as badly

as before. how kind

the world was to teach

me the heartache of

my own demise instead

of the heartache my

sister carried with her.

i could not carry on

if it weren't for the

sweet release of tears.

she would not have

wanted me to cry her

tears for her, so i can

say that i cried my

own.