The Living Dead

Greetings, my love. Long time no see. To say that I have missed you, would be a crime. There is much to say, where do I begin?

A terrifying, new beginning is in front of me. I'm on a dark, desolate highway, lights off, speeding madly into the vast expanse. This last one nearly killed me. I am empty, devoid of happiness, passion, excitement, motivation, energy, hope—it's just gone. I am the living dead. I feel nothing. I say nothing. I don't watch TV, I don't listen to music, I don't read, I don't write, I don't take pictures, I don't eat out, I don't go out. I just don't want to do anything, or be anything. It's like everything that makes me, ME, is gone. My soul has taken flight and it left behind a ghost that resembles what's left of Traci. 

I don't know what to wish for. I don't know what to pray for. I don't know what to do, or who to be. I don't know how to replenish my empty vessel, not that I even care anymore. I guess, for now, what I will do is, I will be obedient to the One who told me I needed you. You need to write, He said. And write I will, Lord, but be careful what You ask for. This time, it may be brutal.

T