Sink back into a place that feels like home. When grief carries on, you walk alongside it while everyone else sits back. It feels like a Midwest heartbeat. Nostalgia bleeding from the center. No one talks about the cracks in the foundation you worked so hard to build. Side streets don’t feel the same as you drive down them- a gloom set in permanently. Feels everlasting. When was the last time you laughed so hard that your breath left your lungs? Where do you think that laughter went after all these years? I hope it’s hiding in some sort of magical place where the sun sets late and time means nothing. Too bad it means everything to me. I long for something to feel like home- I wish I could sink back into it all. Hold it and never give it the chance to leave. Carry on and on and on. -AMT©️