The days are just like moments, turned to hours...

Mother used to say, "If you want, you'll find a way."
But mother never danced through fire showers.

Randy wrote "HAPPY" on my palm with a sharpie.

I'd also like to know, if it has to be this freakin' cold outside, could I at least have some goddamn novelty?

Snow? Maybe some ice? The Apocalypse?

Something?

Wish this were a dream, but no, it isn't...

It's Maw's birthday. (Grandmama's mom)

Every year, we'd decorate the tree on December 11th, to celebrate Maw's birthday. While she was alive, and particularly after she passed.
I was hoping to decorate my tree today, but illness has prevented it.

I revisited Grandmama's funeral pamphlets, the obituary, etc. I haven't actually looked at them since I put them away, shortly after she passed last year.

It's surreal.

And fucking painful.

I walk in the rain...