Too painful, too traumatic.
Too blurry, yet too clear.
Too much with too little.
Too isolating, too deep.
Too real.
Too much unknown, too much wait-and-see.
Too few cairns for too long of a path.
Too draining, dissociative, depleting.
Too destructive, dispiriting, dividing.
Too young, too frequent.
Too many families having too much commotion.
Too much chaos becoming too normal.
Too much pressure to go unchanged.
Too many lessons, too much perfection.
Too much seems too important, when really there's not too much to get too stressed about.
Too short, too unpredictable.
Too many moments to try to freeze in my mind.
Too precious these moments without any words.
Yet, too lonely while sitting right next to "the one".
Too much taken for granted even though we were too aware of how quickly it can all change.
