Taking. it. Day. By. Day.

Who am I? Who am I trying to be? Can’t you hear my silent screams?
They are so loud they echo in my dreams. Hiding the tears that fall like rain.It cripples and disables. It tortures without mercy. And consumes its victim whole. And all the Dead, lie down —

Each day more challenging than the last. I close my eyes to block it out. But inside my head they rush about. I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions. To make it through the day. Without an odd look my way. So — this is where we are. After coming so far.