Thursday, July 17, 2014

They're all...

I was transported to some time around 2001-2008 Mexico summers... the best summers. I was sitting in the middle of a very green field, surrounded by my mom's family... her mom was happy, laughing, incredibly talkative, and chubby.
Tyson was prancing around, tongue out as if smiling, his tail up and authoritative-- my favorite stance of his. 

I woke up, that usual feeling of elation from seeing these people and laughing with them, remembering how great it felt... only to have the first words out of my mouth be "... They're all dead..." and immediately feel the worst sorrow in my chest.

These past few days... I've hated them.

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