Grieving

I keep thinking about you, and that makes me sad, which makes me pedal faster. 

Faster. 

Faster. 

My subconscious is more self-aware than I am

I sat in a room and cried for you. I missed you so much. I sobbed and sobbed and I felt the pain.

And then I woke up.

I can’t properly grieve my sister’s death while I’m awake, so apparently I’ve started doing it in my sleep.