Phoebe Lee

I finally got over my fear of death and rode a bike into the city.

But don’t I say it? Don’t you see it? That neverending ache in my chest.

Finding a happy medium between the deep, dark truth and a glass-half-full perspective is a difficult task, indeed.

I was afraid. I admitted something that I had been holding close to me for months. I kept thinking, the last time this happened…

When I’m going on walks with friends, and there are no clouds, and the moon is looking down at me, it’s much easier to be happy.