Mar 28
2 min read
After the Rain
How long does a rainstorm have to last for us to forget that the sun is a star that shines? I hold onto a kind of hope that’s stronger than I am: there was, there is, there has to be a light. That’s what I tell myself every night.
People ask me questions about the future. Tell me, tell me who you want me to be. I didn’t think that I’d make it this far. A couple of years ago, I doubted that I’d live to be thirty. Now I’m planning for…
