Wake

The atmosphere has just bent into dark. In this deep silence, we share a loss, in a truthful sadness. Fully aware that we aren’t prepared for the desolation we foresee. Our awkward presence, entrance. And this immaculate building. I can’t belong in this impeccable mourning suite. The discomfort we feel stresses the reason of our presence here. And you rest. You don’t appear so peaceful. I am trying to accept this variation of you within my glowing memories. Adieu, dear friend. Our profound respect to everything you are.