"What do the waves have to say now?"
It's 2009 and my grandfather died. We all knew it was coming, but that knowledge could not prepare us for that sinking feeling of losing someone you love. I run on auto pilot for the next few months. I am disconnected from my mind and body. Reality mixes with dreams. Everything is a blur. Time loses all meaning. This is not the first time I dissociated (and it certainly wouldn't be the last), but it feels like it lasts forever.