...drenched w/ water…drenched w/ denial…I can’t tell the difference anymore. The day is bleeding into the night, and my reality is tears being absorbed by a pillow of conscience. As the water runs through the parched faults of my cheeks, I wonder if I’ll ever feel life the same as before…

...before the news of her death…is that what has changed my view at this exact moment in time? I’m not sure…if it is, am I selfish to try to put my state of being back to the moment before I realized what happened to her?

...am I selfish…she is now gone…so, she isn’t affected by my internal outcome…I was effected by her infectious affection…