There are two kinds of loneliness,
one you feel when you’re all alone,
and the other you feel in a crowded room,
when you realize you’re the only
person who knows
what it’s like to be you.
-atticus
“When I Die”
When I die,
I want to fall in my bed exhausted,
Covered in scars,
Stories buzzing in my head,
Of memories and inside jokes,
From a lifetime of misadventure—
My broken bones...