11.24.21.| they say grief is an indelible presence juxtaposed with the growing collection of things, but somewhere along those things, something feels missing; like a gaping hole in your heart longing for the things that will never be the same again.
more than a month has passed & some days, i still wish losing a loved one is just a nightmare i have yet to wake up from but i am wide awake, breathing alive but it's a slow death inside. i might get back to writing before this year ends, perhaps in attempt to save my life.