Pie in the sky

Description

“Grief is the price we pay for love, but in time, love itself becomes the light that guides us.” To suffer human loss is to confront the inconceivable: the sudden absence of a presence that once defined the rhythm of life. It is an inexplicable feeling, a hollowing that resists language, where grief surges beyond reason. It is what is inside the nothing. The injustice of it weighs, as though the world has broken its own rules, leaving you stranded in a reality that feels unbearably raw. In such moments, time becomes irrelevant, days blur, hours stretch, and the ordinary markers of life lose meaning. The walks in syrup. Lips moving and hearing nothing. What remains is the stark collision. Trying to lose calories by head-butting a wall.