Foggy windows paint the ghostly outlines

Explain to everyone. Explain how one can have these feelings and then lose them. Explain how I keep seeing his face everywhere. I hate that I have become a ghost. I hate that I have all of these things in 'focus' yet your no place, this isn't home. I hate that I can't let go... I can't because I know... I know this isn't how it ends. I feel myself slipping, I feel that metal, I feel that push. I can't even keep my thoughts straight anymore. I'm diving deep into this new world, this world of nothing. I work only to keep my mind off of you and the pressing matters at hand. I move 'forward', whatever the f**k that means these days. Because every path I travel leads me back to you. Leads me back to the place we belong. Its almost dream like this backdrop you've created. The lack of colour and shape. The empty space... the empty hearts, the empty minds, the empty souls...... these were created by you in the last few days. They are easy to destroy. I wonder, as my father and I drive the icy streets from the beach if you think of me, if you ever just wish you could reach me. Its a form of suffering, a form of pain that I can control. Because in all reality I have no control. I wish I'd push to deep, and swim under this frozen surface you seemed to be trapped under. Take my hand, I've lost where I began.