Real. Does That Make Me Imaginary?

I Was Thinking About How Disjointedly Time Seemed To Flow, Passing In A Blur At Times, With Single Images Standing Out More Clearly Than Others. And Then, At Other Times, Every Second Was Significant, Etched In My Mind.

You’re Not Asleep, And You’re Not Dead. I’m Here, And I Love You. I Have Always Loved You, And I Will Always Love You. I Was Thinking Of You, Seeing Your Face In My Mind, Every Second That I Was Away. When I Told You That I Didn’t Want You, It Was The Very Blackest Kind Of Blasphemy.

Life Sucks, And Then You Die.

You Nickednamed My Daughter After The Loch Ness Monster?

Now And Then I See Something In Her Eyes, And I Wonder If I’ve Ever Grasped How Much Pain She’s Really In.