I do not simply wish to reach for the stars. I will struggle and claw my way there, and if I reach and am able to grasp them, I will grow angry with myself because I didn’t make an attempt to reach that particular galaxy. I don’t think I used to be...
Like the title suggests, this is either one of the last research papers I wrote in college, if not the last, which happened to coincide with the first year of Donald Trump’s presidency.
To my love,
It feels as though, with each new loss, you emerge once again in my consciousness.
I remember the way you looked. Not just your different haircuts or your smile; I remember the jackets you wore and the way your hands felt.