these days.

it is quite tragic that bad days, such as this one seem to come around every single year.
down right horrible that all that we can do on days like these is sit and relive the absolute terror that ensued 8 years ago today.
its looming in the air. its on everyones mind. but no one says a thing for fear of giving the monster a face, and a name.
breanne died 8 years ago today.
fathers daughter. my sister. a girl i never got the chance to know.
all we can do today is sit here and think about her.
we are too afraid to console one another for fear of showing weakness in our selves.
we are islands and we never touch.