I’m loosing time
not knowing how to start
and it frustrates me!
A thought constantly knocking on my mental door:
What would daddy have wanted me to do?
I know the answer would be; he wants me to be happy.
But I’m not really happy now.
I can’t get this sentence out of my head;
I want him to still be around!
So I ought to start writing again
The word of presence
the loss of presence
as normal as ever
resenting the life
normal is never