Wake
Work
Walk
Weep
Four-letter words that define most of my daily actions.
Every day is the same. Grey. Even the blues and the bright hues are leached from the world since he left.
He left because - I don't know why. I still don't know why.
I didn't know him, not really, in that no one did. He was utterly and exasperatingly unique. But I knew him enough to know he wouldn't do that.
Then, I knew him enough to know he wasn't a fraud. I even fucked that one up.
He showed me a capacity for life I thought I'd left in Afghanistan. Only to smash it on the pavement and watch it bleed in and feed the soil.
I sometimes feel I am still somewhere inside. That this is all a dream. That I will wake up and follow the clues back to the life I left behind.
But I know how this will end. Every day is the same.
A/N: Inspired by the song "Every Day is Exactly the Same" by Nine Inch Nails