Packing an era into cardboard boxes.
Keeping what I shouldn’t and tossing what I never thought I would.
It truly pains me to watch my walls become bare but I know what I have waiting ahead of me.
Living alone, in all senses of the word. I’m packing for the Era of Me.
It hasn’t hit me yet.
Your soul was so vibrant, vivacious. You had life. You showed the world how to live, and live well.
Our whole town is idle now, at least until it hits us all hard. Enemies stopped to stand in silence for you.
I don’t know where I’m going with all of this but I’m writing this because I don’t handle death well and your pictures choke my heart. I want to know I had my final words with you.
Rest in Peace, Nicole. I know you’ll shine brighter than any other fucking star out there.
What do you listen to while driving? What does your car look like?