I know it’s small of me, spiritually, but my heart is too full of angels right now. I didn’t sign up for angels. I need the flesh-and-blood people to whom I became attached.
I can’t understand all of you, ghosts.
I need everyone to remain where I can see and feel you, where I can experience and make sense of you every day, without tears. Without fear. Without wondering and anxiety and heaviness.
This winter of Death needs to end already. Even the calendar says so.