today everything was the same gloomy tone. sometimes i wonder why im still here and still living when i could be dead.. but lets not get into it. mother always said to put on a smile even when your not happy... as im walking i run into a young man. he's tall and skinny with short black hair. he stared at me with a confused look "im sorry'' i said sadly. he didnt say a word then he walked away.
day 3
ive been having dreams about this man that i saw yesterday. odd dreams, i leans up and sighs wishing everything was back to normal but it will never be the same.. the town people use to be happy so did the world but, that damn fever killed most of the people. the wives are wearing all black showing that they are in mourning. but im not sad or happy.. im dead inside..
