Death makes me sigh. I learned this in high school. My friend committed suicide my sophomore year. And I sighed for two weeks. It was usually when I looked in the mirror, getting ready to leave the house, trying to force the real pieces of my self into some form that was presentable to the world and forgetting how to do that. Mostly, forgetting why I should appear presentable at all. That part of high school life didn't seem to makes sense right then. Deep, absentminded breaths. Long sighs. I've been sighing about death ever since. Early this morning Allison's mom died. I think I sigh because no words come.