Woke up and noticed something wasn’t right.
As if something wasn’t near, not a sense of fear.
But something deeper. I’ve always been a heavy sleeper
But for some reason I can not drift away.
Arise to get a early start on the day
Walked into the living room, metaphorically it’s a wreck
Every time I see the furniture
Or a picture
Broken Vases, piles of plates or discarded dishes
The front d...
Thinking about all of the words that I wouldn’t be able to say thinking these awful things would take place amongst the pain.
My favorite things about the seasons longing to have a rhyme or reason.
Summer wouldn’t be sunny,
Winter wouldn’t be warm
I would never see flowers bloom in spring.
So much more than leaves would fall in autumn.
No more night drives and high conversations.
Loves no l...