I miss her so much. So much. I can’t sleep. I just cry. Sometimes when I’m in bed, and my arm loses circulation, or my leg is in a weird position, I think of her. Her stiffness. I just lay there, with my body, frozen, imagining if that’s what she feels like... I lay my tongue out like this, all dry." He deforms himself. "I twist my wrist, and I tell her, 'Goodnight.

What I keep thinking about is that... it’s a long time ahead of me without her. My whole 20s. And 30s. And the rest of my life. How am I supposed to do all that? It was so early.

Are you in there? If not here, then where'd you go?They say the living arena Earth and the dead are out,But where are those trapped in-between high and low? Where exactly are you wandering about?Why would this happen to a human being? I want to curse God and call him a fake,But I am too desperate to risk ruiningThe chance he may choose to help today.

Are you in there? If not here, then where'd you go?They say the living are on Earth and the dead are out,But where are those trapped in-between high and low? Where exactly are you wandering about?Why would this happen to a human being? I want to curse God and call him a fake,But I am too desperate to risk ruiningThe chance he may choose to help today.