you forget the good things because they hurt too much to remember all the time.

today was supposed to be the last day of patrol for brandon.

is this even real?

i'm not sure if i'm a day behind or a month ahead of myself.


i need to go to sleep, my body is doing this physical whine
where it pulls on you,
presses on your head
and makes your actions slow and

just
slow.

shadows take longer to focus
and the only logical thought is
bed
bed
bed

.

but i can't
i'm thinking about you somewhere.

i'm thinking about how you're all packed
and getting ready to travel for the last time up to leatherneck
and get on a chopper
and come home.

slowly.

here.


in our bed
in our house
in my arms

.

is that even possible?