Don't you forget. Don't. Forget. Remember me when I don't feel remembered anymore. You took too long to feel what the days have carried into the present. So you accept it all in drips and drapes as it comes in waves. 

The loudest shatter is one that you do not hear with your ears. It is clean, crisp and one of the most tragic signs before it's final fall.

You ran back to your books and pages to put it out there in blue ink and black words. Encasing it. Let it all slip away. 

They had a home consisting four walls and a simple routine. Carrying her on her back like a child; she was broken. That moment felt like infinity. She was the centre of her everything. She was spoiled and you were giving. She needed that moment again when she could throw everything out the window. Knowing that you will always be on her side no matter how irrational or unreasonable she sounded. But that can no longer happen. She is not prepared to be forgotten.  



I miss you every time I am not understood.