No words.

Every day I see another story of heart break and losing hope… Another death. It surprises me to see there was ever hope to begin with.

But there are still no words that can lift grief or invoke security. Saying I’m sorry for your loss, or that I hope you stay safe, seems unbelievably trivial when talking to people in war torn countries, especially as I sit in the comfort of my own.

What do you say to them?

There are no words.

I send some money and hope it helps. But this action is mute.

I cannot express how much desire I have to throw my body into the gears of the machine. This is the source of my anxiety. Why I cry silently on my cubicle. I knowing I’m dying, but for fucking what?