In the interval between awake and asleep
I drift in a vacuum of my own creation
not dreaming, yet not quite aware
thoughts floating in emptiness, searching
for a handhold, a lifeline, if you will
I dare not open my eyes for fear of what
will be there waiting, looking back at me
each second lasts an hour, every minute a
day, lost, never to be reclaimed as I
strive to find my way. I am so afraid...
Afraid that if I look I will never be the
same person that I was before you went away






so different but yet so amazing and breath taing it really drew me in. you have worded it well with effect well done and best of luck I love you auntie with all my heart
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