Another 2006 writing...

When you lose someone so dear to you to death, I guess it's natural for you to lock yourself up
with the past. Only in the past do they exist, so in a weird way, your instincts tell you to dwell the days of the past.

But what about the present? Well, you sustain. You do what it takes to sustain, yes. But you breathe the air of the past, you live with the breath of denial.

Strangers brush by you, close ones tap at the glass case surrounding you that you built to block out the world. They cry beside you, anxiety's written all over their faces, worry's controlling their gestures. Yet you do not give in.