Tiny

I don’t want to think about this tonight. I’m tired and I’m sad and I’ve got a tiny one in me that has been holding quiet all week and now wants to let it all out.

I don’t want to think about how tiny we were, about how scared and vulnerable and sad and little we were. How we had no chance. I don’t want to acknowledge it.

One thought on “Tiny

  1. I hate it, too. We essentially wrote the same post. Except yours has that amazing drawing, which breaks my heart anew, ever time i see it. You are so so talented, friend.

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