On the mornings your mouth is filled with the bitter taste from hollow tragedies of last night, where your memory is haunted by the brokenness of everything you once thought would be forever there, I hope you remember how once, you were new enough to the world that everything seemed like a joyous adventure. I hope one day you heal enough from all this pain and go back to who you used to be. Just a human looking out at the world, astonished by its beauty.
- Nikita Gill, Notes on Survival #4



















