by Loxo » Sun Feb 10, 2019 7:14 pm
I’m really upset right now. I’m still hung up about a death that occurred eight months ago.
Why does it still hurt me to think about him? Why does his name catch in my throat like a ball of thorns? Why do I miss him so much that it feels like I’m hollow inside?
How can emptiness be so heavy?
I won’t say that life’s not fair. I know that already. I just want to say that the curse of a vivid imagination is very cruel.
When I picture him, I can almost see him. I close my eyes, and it’s like he’s there. But then I wake up, the dream disperses, and I have to live another day without him.
Another day, knowing that I’ll never see him again.
And nothing will ever be alright.
Because without him, I’m broken.
Hi, I’m Loxo, formerly Bageera. I love cats, rabbits, and writing.
I am an author and love to write. I prefer xenofiction (books from an animal or non-human perspective) and fantasy!
I work at an aquarium, so if I mention doing odd things (holding tarantulas, getting attacked by feral chickens, helping kids to feed sharks, cleaning up tortoise turds, chasing escaped ducks, etc.) then they probably happened at my job!
The book I’m reading today: The Return of the King (Book 3 in the Lord of the Rings trilogy)
Animal of the day: Jumping mouse
Extinct creature of the day: Quetzalcoatlus
My favorite colors: Emerald green and electric blue
I currently hoard rabbits of all kinds, spiders, tabby cats, and calico cats.
Feel free to PM or trade with me. I love to interact with other CS users!