I dreamt last night of a man I have loved and still love, it would be easier for that love to die with death, but it still lives, yet he does not and it burns me up.

This is not a short journey, it is not a quick moment that passes like the seasons, it is slow and it is painful, and I must find a way to live. A way to be without the agony that encompasses me, that makes me dread the sleep that I need so desperately, this life is something new.