soulandexterior:

The dried up flowers from your burial lay in the hatchback of my car. You haunt my dreams. I can feel your presence. I can. I’m starting to feel everything and I wish I could understand. I’ve become so vulnerable. So emotional. So fucking everything. I’ve discovered that your death is coming in waves. But sometimes I wish it would come like an ever flowing river. Constantly hitting me and sucking me under and drowning me. I want to be submerged in the goddamn reality of it all. You are gone. I am in denial. And I long for your skin. But this is just the same old talk. It has almost been a month.

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