I had no idea the bitch was so insane... I am terribly sorry to have put you in this position. I have failed yet again... That grave I should have been kept unmarked, unopened... Now it haunts me and I have dragged you into this horror film. Hope it has a happy ending...
No, I have flipped it from something wierdly pleasant into horror. The sky turned dark as petrol and the wind brought in the cold. He, the wind, had planned to blow hard on me and send me on my way back to the hell hole I crawled out of...
Nature had a plan to punish me so that you won't have to get your hands dirty. Yesterday changed from the perfect day into the perfect storm that's sent the sun into oblivion and made the day cold as stars never existed.
I should have learned by now how to bury them deeper and how to plant flowers over them. On these graves, I mean. I am not proud of myself, yet I have to live knowing I will sometimes pass those ugly graves and sometimes I will not be walking alone. Let's hold hands tightly and step up the pace without looking back.
All that hurts is seeing you in your mustard coat and the hat with the innocent ears, holding your distance and hiding your disgust. That's where my pain comes from. From making a bad day turn into a nightmare.
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