My chest feels heavy with the saddness of another time. A time where I was more optimistic than pesimistic. The circumstances of life and how you handle them, define you as a person. My insides tremble with the infinite knowledge of my future. Through my eyes the world will always look tainted, as though I had too rough a time growing up. But that is not the reason. The unforgivable loss of a loved one is enough to make anybody lose their sense of sight. My dreams of him, come and they go. The weather is becoming spring when I look outside my window. But the feeling of freshness just isn't coming over me as it should. It doesen't rain. I miss the rain. Stars through blindness, vision without sight. I blindly reach out at night for a person that isn't there. That hasn't been there for over a year in a half. Before I open my eyes in the morning to another routine day, I imagine he's with me. His smell, his touch, his warmth.