There is a day out there, and its coming at me fast. I don't want to see it, and I don't want to know it. I only know I have to be in it. There's a day out there, and it has hold of me already. I can feel it pulling me forward, and there is nothing I can do to stop it. I feel myself running, but I know it's going to catch me. I can live through it, I just don't want to wake up to it.
He's been in my dreams again. Colorful, and walking. In school. Across the lawn. In the back yard. Always a surprise, how did you get here? In the last dream, he was startled to see me so happy. I couldn't explain to him that he's not here anymore. Instead, I touched his cheek. When I woke, the scent of him was on my hand. The happiness of seeing him lingered, but faded with the light.
It will be six months that he's been gone. I have no idea how I got here.