Ryan La Sala

I will be a ruin to consume

Absurdly, I’m enjoying this. Enjoying nature. It reminds me of something I read when I was researching grief.

I have never prayed until Caroline died, and now that she’s gone, I only have one prayer. Just one. Wherever you are, let it be bright. I hope it’s light that greets us, in the end, after everything. The alternative is unbearable

And I want these girls to hold on to me like they are right now, pulling me along into their circle. Finally

I become one wound.

A void, being filled to the brim with light.