“Somehow I hope you never forget it. They way my upper lip trembled and my nose shivered when I fathomed it. The way my voice mortified into broken and high pitched pieces and the way I retained waves behind in my eyes. I hope you never forget, what it looks like when grief takes over your cells and erupts. I never forget the way I held myself hoping it was you, but also hoping it was not you, ever ever again.”
— Elay Neal Moses, 2016 (via coachela)













