Meow Meow
it doesn't go silent. just pretends to be. on some days when you aren't feeling that heaviness in your chest, you're losing memories of what they looked like. how they smelt. sometimes, the process where you're not actively grieving feels like betrayal like forgetfulness, like they're becoming fickle in your heart and you have done them wrong. and I think it hurts the most, how you can't just grab onto these fading memories and keep them alive, at least without the help of videos or pictures. and that pain in itself, is awful. it's awful, it's awful.. it's terrible. the worst because I'm not trying to forget, I could never forget. but yet my brain is being unfair and I can't remember it proactively. I don't know what you look like anymore. I've begun to forget your smell. I know what your silhouette is... but, your features are fading. and when grief does return as it always does, and as you're staring at pictures of them...
