Depression Of The Late
i looked and tried to memorize every detail of his beautiful face. i tried to soak in the feeling of surrealism so i could discover my new reality. without him.
without heartfelt hugs.
without butterfly kisses.
what i found was an oddly content and dark depression. it was good enough for me, and in that moment, my full intention was to be selfish. if i was told to crack a smile, not even a glimmer would come to my eye. my lip wouldn't even quiver for my funniest of friends. i had fallen so ha