original drabbles about things.
yeah.
warnings: actual capitalization, italicizing in the style of J.D. Salinger
cut text and title from Vincent by Don Mclean, not mine, don't sue me, etc.
The moment is still, waiting, full of anythingcouldhappen, like the moment in between songs at a store, like that little lingering doubt in the back of your mind that the next song won't play and everyone will be forced to interact in relative silence and hushed whispers
The thing about suffering is that it distorts your perception of suffering. When you go through suffering you've established a new baseline, no matter how awful it is. You know that suffering. You lived it. It was real to you. Your eyes are open to the truth that there is suffering in life and it does not go away, just gives you breaks sometimes. And watching people who are new to suffering is cringe-worthy, painful. This is it!, you want to shout at them. You want to open their eyes to the fact that this isn't some painful, horrible, temporary thing that has suddenly happened to them, this is real life. This is true, this is now, this is forever. This is the new normal.