God dammit, guys. I was trying not to write a journal and here we are.
it's been a year since lyzz died and it's weird to think of a day without her but here we are, it's a thing, so we've gotta live with it
I find myself wondering a lot of times if I miss her and if she was ever even here, that weird state of mind... But then I see all of the things that everyone makes for her, all of the nice letters and poems and art and everything.
So, clearly, I bursted out crying because I miss her, and everyone misses her, and the fact that so many people come together and create so many things for her astonishes me.
Mia called me strong, but I've
I saw you again tonight
Long winded in your sparkling green eyes, and
I squinted but I couldn't make out your face
and I said,
I asked you if I had forgotten you
and you gave me your soft smile and told me no,
no, you haven't,
but I didn't believe you and I grabbed you with
both of my hands
ironically clawing to try and grasp your wisp of a memory
in between my outstretched, stiff fingers
Because your voice sounded more foreign than warm
as if I were playing it slowly on a mix tape
a lasting piece of evidence that you used to exist
that you did exist
And I wondered if I had met you at all,
if this was some sort of fantasy and I had just