i can see it through narrowed eyelidsi feel its overwhelming aura i feel it approachingi feel heavy stepswhich i remember from when police officers were approaching my housei already feel longing for what waslonging for that one walk with Dadlonging for that one stormi already feel fear of what will happeni'm not afraid to lose memories, i'm afraid of the futurei'm afraid of nothingness and recklessness