it's been a hell of a five weeks ...
November 8th, the day Dustin died. Kat && I went to his grave. I went for you sister. We had a beer for you && him. We danced. We shared stories. We cried. All of it. It was beautiful. It really was. That's the day everything went to shit. **FIVE WEEKS LATER** Sometimes, you need the silence. Sometimes, you need to stand alone with the door wide open as the wind is howling through your backyard. && While that winds howling, you light up, inhale, && exhale, thinking of nothing but, I wish you were truly here. The helacious storms were always our thing. Mother was always the one to yell at you, padre, && I, to get away from the front door. Or get away from the patio. So we'd all escape to the carport. && Then it was just you && me sister. Now Everytime I'm there && it's raining.... It's just me.. Listening to the wind now. It's calming. I'm losing my shit internally, BUT, its somewhat calmi...