i've been in a bit of a daze this week. my mind is preoccupied with the grief of our friends. i don't mean to bring it up all the time, but it's very fresh and i can't help but constantly think about what this family is experiencing.
last night i dreamt about the visitation (which is tonight). it was emotional and awful, but also good for some reason. there were lots of peonies, which was nice; but also a boy dressed in head-to-toe neon green, which was odd.
anyway, i've been distracted. red lights and frozen pizza beware, you will likely be run and burned, respectively. also, if you and i are having a conversation, it's possible that i'm not really listening. sorry.
gray henley (under sweater): forever 21
flats: steve madden (super old)
*i just want to be clear that i am not comparing my experience to what the family is going through. i hope that can go without saying, but i don't want anyone to misinterpret my reasons for writing about this. my sadness is nothing to the immeasurable grief they are experiencing. it's compassion and empathy for my friends that are the main source of my distraction. also, trying to make light of this dark time is just...coping. it's either laughter or tears. and sometimes both.