the days are careening forward into April, but my heart feels stuck between the (now seemingly naive) optimism of fall 2019 and the absolute despair that was early spring 2020.
feeling like a malfunctioning portkey - my body is here but the rest of me feels very much somewhere else.
homesick without a home.
doing my best to reckon with the nuance of it all — the birds chirping, the flowers blooming, the sun warming, the loss we haven’t processed, the loss we never will.
song is 2020 by Eden.