Whenever I feel I could just die already, when living another day sounds exhausting. Like a battle that I don't want to show up to. I don't want to fight. Then I look back. Remembering that same fucking feeling a year ago two years ago. But you know pain fades like anything else. The brightest colors turn to beige, and the hottest stars will cool, and then I look forward. Look forward to all the love yet to be smiled and sung. Secrets under lock and key between you and me. Can you do that, honey? For me? Look forward. We all have moments so blindingly painful, we just want to stop existing. Widen your gaze expand your perspective. Look forward.