The faded memories of my past - partial recognition
New places - figments of a wild imagination
"Take me home," he said.
"Where is home?" I asked, thinking heaven had to be about as "home" as anyone can get.
"Tennessee," he said.
I notice when I have dreams about my father, they are often a combination of known and unknown.
And I always wake up feeling heavy with sadness.
"What do you feel sad about?" asked Sweetie.
I can't say, it's more of a weight than an emotion.