The Cacoon

My first actual writing hope you like it. Comment the good, bad, and in between. (:

 

I am sorry that I've put you into this most extremely uncomfortable position. The life I live, and the life you live are two incredibly different lives that should remain two separate lives. I feel so guilty about the two collisions I for told. The other day I was forsaken with another vision of your life, but also your death. Death to me is a mystery especially yours. I've tried to save two suffering souls, including yours.

They do not wish to crossover until I have done so myself. I feel as though that my time is near, and as I'm still writing to you six months after your own life was taken. I still experience your touch, your smell, and your sweet voice that encloses me in a catapilliars' cacoon, where I shall stay until it's my time.

I wonder if those lives I couldn't same remember that you were with me when I tried to save them? I ponder the thought that they talk to you. Since you yourself have not crossed over yet. So that we can pick up where we left off, right?  I ask myself so many questions about  you. Not knowing the answer, but thinking you're telling me. Those questions are unimportant at the moment. There's bigger questions that need to be answered like: "why did you commit suicide?", "was it suicide?" ,"did someone hurt you Noah?", and if somoeone did who?

 

 

More to come....I have pages and pages for you.