there is an age where, if well aged, you cease to live & only exist

past 5yrs i’ve been face to face w that every day. and it is not romantic, nor alleviating, or even solvable (no matter the money spent or time attended)

instead it’s a slow march into mortality where you hold the hand of a loved one as they regress, calcify, and become violent &/or belligerent 

the same way there are two lives (“the second when internalizing there is only one”), there are two deaths, and the gap between them is a comprehensively ‘humiliating’ voyage

Thinking of you man. Can only imagine what you're going through, and sending you love and strength

oh thank you man, incredibly kind of you. dw too much, all is relatively well. but thank you ❤️

(i don’t talk about intimate stuff until i’m done processing usually)