i'm sitting at my cubicle, staring at my screen and i can't comprehend why everyone around me isn't crying the way i want to cry. there's something deeply personal about this, yet, i have no idea why my emotions aren't transcending, why it hasn't crippled me yet, whether this is about what i'm seeing or if i'm finally processing deaths i hadn't thought of before. grief is a funny thing. like art or jokes, you always need context.
court of fools
4 months ago