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...