theshortfriend

The graveyard helper passes from moment to moment.

Maybe he ran away from home.

Maybe he really believed in the “small acts of kindness” lesson back in 1st grade.

Maybe he went through something so sad he changed.

Grief doesn’t make any sense unless you’re in it.

It’s weird when someone’s there and then they’re not.

There’s a pause, and then it hits, and then you pause, and then it hits.