Even when the lights have faded and the singularity of them have a possibility of conscienceless conscience, there still seems to be a silence. The weight of such is a thoughtless pain i feel when you’re gone. It isn’t a proud moment of light, of left weight of light and possibilities. Sometimes through the love of life and drive i find myself drifting into a state of deliverance of redemption of anger and happiness for, and not from, your drive. There are words that cannot do this justice and sometimes we drift so we can find the meaning of being lost. Within this scenario we have found ourselves drifting. All I can say is i’m sorry.
Here’s to the sound of glass colliding. Here’s to you. My sweet Hanna.
-blake karey byers