I look forward to the day that isn’t spent trying to forget someone. A day that is all my own. I make the rules and pay the bills. I can go here and there, or go nowhere at all. I can run through the streets completely naked and not have to look over my shoulder to see who’s watching. My closet will be filled with clothes and shoes rather than skeletons.
Soon the world will lose its color. The landscape will be covered in death and darkness. An inescapable chill with blanket us all.
Winter is coming.