notes from a person passing through

Written after noticing my own laughter sounded like someone else’s voice in the room. 𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒 Grief is quieter sometimes. It’s opening the fridge and realizing something you bought weeks ago has liquefied. It’s brushing your teeth in the morning and feeling like you’re doing it for someone else’s body. It’s…