Tamija Hawkins

My dearest Tamija... I am visiting every place I know you have been. I am grieving your loss, and looking at every screenshot I have, and rereading all of our conversations. All I want is to get a notification, or a call, or SOMETHING that will tell me you haven’t actually gone to be with The Lord. I’m selfish, you know this. I added a new song to the drawing I did of you, and I will continue to draw pictures of you for the rest of my days. My very being aches, and I could say my heart is broken, but you were my heart, and you are no longer with me.

Upcoming....
          
          Perhaps this is just another mystery in the gloomy fog of sadness coating the town. All of the pondering losses of past regrets weighing down ever heart and soul that surrounds me. Enveloping any stain of happiness that once had hope of revealing itself. I've gotten use to the concealment, the depression. But what I'm not used to is what I see in front of me... I place my hand against the window longingly,letting my hand slide down the moist glass slowly.." I never thought I'd see you again ,old friend."