June 20, shortly after 10:00 pm

Lock the doors, close them tight, twist the blinds and turn away, stare at the brick wall and look at the dirty concrete. Look left, that tunnel, memory past, look forward, duel the monster, overcome, forward motion, step outside.

Stop avoiding it. Stop romanticizing. Stop pitying yourself.

It’s about coming to terms.

Throw the curtains, turn bright the lights. They’re dead. They’re not coming back.

Caress the light switch. ON: Denial, memory. OFF: Sleep, nightmare.

Light up the house.

They’re dead and they’re not coming back.

And past that, turn round, look forward, kill the lights and dream;

You’re more alive than you ever have been.