Whose Lives Matter?

So this is how my countrymen really feel about me and mine - they would see us shot dead like dogs because of the uniform we wear.

No one should have to give their life for an ungrateful nation, no one.

Please . . . no more dreams in which I have to watch my best friends die.

Untitled: Sophia

There was so much clarity between us.

Not In A Slint Way (But I Miss You)

Your bedroom was directly adjacent to the laundry room.

You and your clothing always smelled like clean sheets.

I never made the correlation between the two until now.

(Your scent was that of security and comfort, and I miss it to this day.)

Untitled: Janet

It's been a long time . . . but I appreciate it, despite the memories.

In The Company of Ghosts

I hope you're enjoying the view from above,
because we sure as hell miss you down here.

If these night terrors continue to manifest themselves than I will be left no choice but to forgo sleep entirely. It is simply not worth it anymore.