❝The air is cold and mild, my mind travels wild to the places I'd rather be, people I'd give anything to see. My long lost question, do they long to see me? Is it merely a pipe dream? Never crossing into reality? Why is it always only me and my grief? Hopeless and bereaved is what they've labelled me. But they'll never see the depth of my sorrow, how I have to fight to see my tomorrow. How I struggle daily to find the light amidst the inky darkness. My mind is stretched to its farthest corners, its most perilous trains of thought.❞

Saturday, September 1, 2018
11:42 A.M.