There exists our so many spots in this place, where I've etched and left a part of my soul- #Horcruxes, if you will. These very spots make me halt, as if hit by an invisible wall, and tear me up, or goosebump me, and some just plain bum me up- every time I pass by..
It's still nice to pass by, however, as I know it's all better than emptiness. I know that I am alive, and that I've lent an ear, a heart, a brain and a lot of time, energy and friends even, to this cause and this disease..
So you take care, cause I'm only happy because you're ALIVE.
You know, whenever I hear you cough, I wish the world's guidelines and etiquette would just dissolve into nothingness because I want so much to just slap your back... but instead I act so cool and unaffected..