Do compounds and verbs melt into a runny sea of ambiguity? Are fragments of reels and jabs of jaunty whim unsaid the whispering voices in our heads?
Courage moves through the chaos, one steady step at a time. Your heartache is like a free fall. You can scramble to fill the void, grabbing for whatever fix you can to numb the jagged edges. You can also persevere with quiet dignity. In every moment there are choices, even in survival mode.