#dreamsofchester

As of today I'm starting to write down the dreams I have about Chester. It's the only connection I'll ever have and I don't want to forget them.

The most recent one.

I was his daughter or step daughter. I looked like Speedy from Arrow (Willa Holland). Chester had already passed. I received all his old clothes and took them to his flat or a place he left for me, I don't know. I was wearing one of his old hoodies and it was the most comfortable piece if clothing I had ever worn.

I think it's a symbol of what he gave me, what his voice gave me. Protection. A home. Safety. Only through his voice. And his eyes, I can see someone truly when Iook in their eyes. And Chester was honest, he didn't hide. (Until he did, sunglasses etc) He put it all in his voice. He put it in words. He put it in his face on stage. Until today since July 20th I haven't watched a live show, though I wanted to. It hurts. And I still haven't drawn him. Not even tried.