Am I really lucky?

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.

Super love Tyler Knott Gregson now. He always seems to write the most perfect haikus and poems or articles(?) that voices out what I feel inside but cannot string words together to describe but no, the above quote wasn't by him. But this is:

In, if you come in,
there will be such light,
but know early, know now,
that it will cast such shadows.
My mind, the quiet voice
that only I hear,
is a maze of a place
and I know not
the reward at the center,
nor the exit
on the other side.
In, if in you come,
know that lost
you will become,
for in, in I went,
long ago,
and never
came out.

His work brings me to tears. Probably also cause I am some piece of emotional wreck now. Yet my knackered shitty fucked up heart still beats (for you).