You can only fit so many words in a postcard. Only so many in a phone call. Only so many into space, before you forget that words are sometimes used for things other than filling emptiness. It is hard to build a body out of words. I have tried. We have both tried. Instead of laying your head on my chest, I tell you about the boy who lives downstairs, who stays up all night playing his drum set.
This is an excerpt from one of the pieces that killed me. I feel so seen!!!
