October 31, 2015
In a dream, we're holding hands while surveying a garden. I'm wearing a purple dress and you have on a bow tie I've never seen before. I turn to you to say I like it, but I have no voice. For a moment I'm confused but remember I've chosen this. You've chosen to lose your voice, too. We decided one day that we can do away with speaking so that when it's time to say goodbye we'll just...go. So here we are in this garden drinking in thousands of colors and smells. You let go of my hand, disappear.