“Oh darkness, I feel like letting go.”

“Let go. Feel the weight all around you, feel the squeezing of your lungs, the slow, low pressure. Let yourself go deeper. There is nothing but bottom. There is nothing but the taste of metal, and the echoes of cold things, and days that look like darkness.”

“If you ever feel like letting go, I wont let you fall”

“Grief is like sinking, like being buried. I am in water the tawny color of kicked-up dirt. Every breath is full of choking. There is nothing to hold on to, no sides, no way to claw myself up. There is nothing to do but let go.Let go. Feel the weight all around you, feel the squeezing of your lungs, the slow, low pressure. Let yourself go deeper. There is nothing but bottom. There is nothing but the taste of metal, and the echoes of old things, and days that look like darkness.”

“Oh, I get it," I said. "It's a parable. Cute. Let's go eat.”

“I realized I’d learned something about myself. I was like ‘oh man, I’ve let this go’ now I’m starting to talk about it like it’s over and it hadn’t even begun.”