Nightlight, There is a photo of Journee that sits right by my bed it rather large so you really can't miss it. It's the first thing I see when I wake up in the morning, It's the last thing I see when I close my eyes at night.
When the light hits just right It looks like your staring at me, at us. Some nights I go to bed and look at you and feel peace, comfort, warmth. Sometimes I look at it and feel unimaginable pain, torture, anguish, broken, empty, and sorrow. It's funny how that works; there is nothing that separates one feeling from the next. I may appear to be having the perfect day but at night when my head hits the pillow and I gaze at you something takes over. Sometimes I can fight it and focus on the positive but sometimes the positive is not good enough today it's not good enough. Day 2