What am I supposed to do?
There were so many lifetimes that I had envisioned. Everything from today until the end of my tomorrows. Your face was the only thing that was constant in all of my dreams, wishes, tomorrows. That has changed. Even though I didn’t want it too, even though I am not ready for my tomorrows to change. Your face is gone, gone from by my side. There is nothing there next to me in all of the things to come. I stand alone, on the edge of nothing. Nothing is certain, nothing is the same, everything is different. I squint my eyes and try to draw the lines of your face into the holes that surround the edges of my dreams. I don’t want to go through this life alone. But the space that is left in all of my futures is only fitted to your presence. No one else will fit, no one else will help things stay the same. I am destined to wander through the lifetimes with nothing but an empty space beside me...
