The Rain and the Horror House Feels (journal entry)
The last time I wrote in the dark, the only light coming from my phone's screen, was in our province, January of 2018. I've liked that piece since then, no matter how tragic it looks at the beginning. But no matter how tragic it looks at the beginning, it ends on a hopeful note. And it's good enough for me. And now that I'm in a similar situation, I can't help but think that I could write something like that again. Somehow, I'd like to prove we can still make something beautiful out of the dark; something good out of frustration; something comforting out of the discomfort.