i just found some of my baby teeth.
how many things in my life are ending and will end, how fundamentally alone i am and will be, and how amazing this very moment in my life is despite it. how the passing of time terrifies me. how i’ve decided to stop trying to communicate this to people, or trying to be understood by others. how maybe i don’t need to be understood as much as i thought i did. how maybe it makes no difference. how little the external really matters sometimes in the presence of the internal. how i am ok. how i will never be able to communicate how good i feel in the face of all of the sadness. how i will never be able to communicate my sadness in the face of all of this good.