Grief art based on a dream I had

“He’s not coming home”

and a bit of writing to go with it below but it’s just grief thingz

“It’s late out and you’re outside next to a house, it appears some kind of party was over people you know are leaving and packing up. As you are walking around you come across a window with bright orange light, it’s warm and comforting. You hear a familiar voice and you can make out someone in the room, it’s as if he’s talking to someone but you can’t make out the convo. You know this person, it’s him. You become excited, you haven’t talked to him in so long there is so much to catch up on, so many questions to ask. You walk into the house and into the room, it’s empty besides a couch and a tv filling the room with the warm light. You walk over and sit on the couch where a blanket lays. It’s as if someone had been there all along but there is no one here but you. For a moment you hope looking towards the door, you sit there and wait like a fool. You know he isn’t coming home.”