Our time collected things unchanged. This future abates.
I remember the first day, nothing was clear just hazy. An unexpected death warped my train of thought. Second guessing overlaying the logic. I looked for a way of escape. […]
Sustenance coming from struggles. Knowledge stemming from survival. No reason; no understanding. Love and life becoming shadows in the room. Purpose is still a mystery.
It happened suddenly. A second loved one in two-months. Loss of life remains prevalent. I’m tired of saying goodbye.