Grief is a bitch, and this is a perfect depiction of what it is in my head daily, if not many suffering with loss.
I would give the world to have my dad here again, and I empathize with her so much because she isn't a villain for wanting that back.
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Do you ever feel like you're never getting there? Like you've reached for the sky but you just aren't touching it even with a spaceship and a suit? Maybe you're out in space, but the air just kind of collapses around you and it hurts to breathe.
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I miss drawing and inking on some paper, it always seemed to keep thoughts at bay.
*Eye Of The Storm, original art E.E*
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Do you ever get the sense that you could just leave to travel and experience everything new again? I'd love to have that feeling on the road, the wind in my hair and my arms out the window across a country in a car. The heat didn't matter, the cold didn't matter, just to be out in freshness.
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I'm new here, and I feel like it would be a great way to say some of my thoughts I can't say in most places.
Here goes: I lost my father around a year and a half ago, and after feeling like he left nothing for me to remember him by, I have a newfound need to write everything down as if it will all disappear one day.
Does anyone else feel this?
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