A Crowded Loneliness

Celebrate the ending.
Choosing yourself when others overlook you is how you will heal.

May you find the strength to continue writing the story that is your life.

When life resumes, I hope you rediscover the gift that is inhaling the air blowing through the trees and the heat of the sun tap-dancing on your skin.

Midnight is beautiful for those who have learned to navigate through the darkness of night.

No one can break your heart without your consent. And you will never heal holding on to what hurt you. Give yourself permission to deny them access to your heart.

Sit still when it rains; you can even dance in it if you’d like. Just promise yourself to never run from it.

I am no longer moved by you.

This moment is poetry.

The city that never sleeps is weary—silenced by an invisible force. Eager to wake up from this nightmare.

The streets have been empty, the sidewalks are bare, and I can’t help but think that the rain misses the opportunity to touch a warm body.