Everything is Brynn. And I am addicted to everything. She is air. And water. Smiles and soft sighs as she falls asleep in my arms. She is heat and warmth. She is promise and hope. She is normalcy and company and my temporary talisman against loneliness. She moves like the air or the dark, surrounding me, inside me, of the world and yet belonging intimately and particularly to me. She is everything I want that I can’t have, more and more necessary for survival, which means it will destroy me when I let her go. I know this. And yet, I cannot slow down or take less.
