I woke up at 6:26 a.m with a pounding heart caused by a nightmare, when i realized it was just that… that i was okay, i also realized i wasn’t. I missed the body that was never there next to me, i missed the hugs you never actually gave me, and the way i would push you away to call my best friend because i’m always too scared to get close to you. Dan you weren’t there because you never have been, and i didn’t text Leo because he was miles away being happy, being drunk, living.
I searched the meaning of what a flood and a religious genocide/masacre meant but nothing relevant came up, maybe it was just the way i over ate a cake i never meant to eat in the first place.
Last updated January 26, 2019