reminiscing. everything in one way or another reminds me of her. desperation consumes my days. tears fill my nights. silence lingers in the hall. the pitter patter of her little feet and the sweet chitter chatter that fell off her lips like honey resonates so loud in my dreams that i awake to see where she is. the RockStar house is empty, never to be filled with her sweetness again.
six months today. six long and short months. her precious little body gav...