The drive to work

Grey trousers - Beige sweater George Nude heels - Brown vintage hand bag My morning drives to work have been silent for weeks. No music, just silence, emptiness. I dare not listen to music as to avoid my broken heart to feel the slightest joy. How can I dare to feel joy when I have lost her. She was my person. She was all I had. She was my reason. Yet I thought I would have her forever even though I knew it would be impossible, grandma.