How Strange It Is To Feel So Alien In A Place That Was Once Home.

How strange it is to feel so alien in a place that was once home.

Sleep is hard to come by when all I think about is you.

I should be happy. I get to wake up and live life. But, I’m not. I lost someone, not by choice, and I grieve the loss no matter how lucky I am to be alive.

People tell you not to put a high value on possessions. They’ll change their mind about that once they loose someone to death. Having something from someone that died becomes more valuable than anything in an instant.

For those who seek enlightenment. Know that if you aren’t willing to accept and face darknesses. You’ll never truly be enlightened.