“Sitting here
Bright screen
Eyes aching
Planting virtual crops
Tending imaginary animals
Just existing, drifting, caught in a moment of suspended animation
Days are repetitive, same old grind with a few hours of darkness to remind me that another day has ended.
I hate walking through the nostalgia, it makes my heart clench then beat faster, in bittersweet longing.
I still miss the winter parking lots, sneaking onto the shadowy playground to use the swings, even though the breeze makes my fingers cold.
It was always worth it because you were there to battle the elements with me.
Running down the snow covered sidewalk just for a cheap cup of coffee. Cheeks red and numb, eyes bright, but laughing so much that passerby thought that we were insane.
I miss the figure in the snow, with her wild dreams and shrill of laughter.
Crazy little angel of disorder.
It’s not a quarter after one yet, but it’s not to early to get drunk and miss you.”
***Killedineffigy***