Last night we hung out with some friends and over the course of the night I had a long and possibly drunken conversation about the things that scare us most.
It came up because my friend was sharing a conversation she'd had with another friend about what their fears when it comes to death--i.e., what would be the worst way to die?
Look, I know I said I'd blog daily in March but I didn't say it'd be quality. Too busy, so for now I'll just leave you with Buzzfeed's list of what women writers are sick of hearing.
You came down in late afternoon, bearing coffee and bags of sweets
That before your knock, I would have found unbearable
Edith Piaf played through the speakers like through a tin can
Predictable for a rainy day but because the first drop remained
We agreed: Perfection
In your face I saw the quietest of grief.
Soft and waiting.
But, also, joy.