I’ve been struggling to blog about anything, these past couple of weeks, because I felt as I had already mentioned I was grieving (in a previous post), that my self-imposed “window period” for bringing it back up had expired and now the onus was on me to return to “regular programming” upbeat writing.

Except I couldn’t.

It’s been one month and seventeen days since one of my close friends passed away, and my world still feels off-kilter.

Some days I feel nothing.
Some days I feel everything.
It all feels so surreal.
My friend is gone.

Some days the tears won’t stop.
Some days the tears don’t come.
I seek out plot-lines of escape within convoluted novels.
I mostly find solitude in sleep.

Some days I find it hard to talk to God.
Some days I only have angry, heartbroken words for Her.
I miss my friend.
I miss him so much.