Colors.

When someone suddenly dies... everything is just a different color.

The colors that you loved and hated... are obsolete, and I'm running trying to find new colors to love.

I want them all to be his favorite colors. They are the only colors that matter.

I only want to listen to his favorite music. I only want to see people wearing his clothes.

From black hoodies to black shorts, from SF giants hats to big tummies....

I want to be a part of anything that brings him back to this earth. But, I am too grown to be chasing a ghost.

So I wake up and go to sleep. Sleep and then wake up. Everything will make sense again, and I will have a new color to love.