Tired
I have decided to write in this journal again
Just because I needed to breath and count to ten
It has been since 2015 when I wrote here
And not a single note later
Connor has moved on
To be specific, died.
And I miss him.
And so does Eli (our son)
The year is 2088
And I'm pretty sure its my fate
That I will die any day
So to who ever finds this journal
Please do publish it
And make our lives known
-troye
