The skies are opening here in Philadelphia. And sometimes when it rains like this, I just miss everything. The clouds pronounced my death months ago. I missed the summer heat and every changing leaf, so why not miss the snow. Sometimes I really just miss everything. Now that I’m back home, I’m useless and tired again. The last thing I can do is even try to move. But the last thing I could ever want is to sit right here forever. I remember the thing I loved most about those days was staying awake all night, sleeping all day, and going home alone. So for now I’m feeling stranded. But mostly I’m just tired, miserable, and hopeful all the same. We will not survive, and we will not be remembered.