And I can’t stop thinking about
that kid from BVNW.
My heart hurts.
And I find myself crying tears that have
no reason,
no rhyme,
no purpose.
Because,
you see,
WE NEVER INTERTWINED
So why are you engraved on the edges of my
mind…
Our lives touched,
yes. But through the lives that others
lived.
I know someone that you
knew. Knew because
past tense is the definition of death.
That is all that death is.
Switching from
Present to past.
When I heard that a
tree fell at BVNW
I couldn’t help feeling…
Relief.
It wasn’t my school.
Relief.
Not again.
Relief.
I know it’s..
Selfish.
But I can’t help myself.
And maybe that’s why
I can’t stop thinking about
you. You consume my mind,
Blake.
Everyone around me
easily carries out
the day to day.
But I don’t know how anymore.
BECAUSE EVERYTHING’S DIFFERENT
now.
Another kid is dead
AND I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT
him.
Did you even know
that Blake wore
beanies?
Did you even care?
Sometimes I think I’m the
only one who so
deeply contemplates
death.
So If a tree falls
in a different forest
than mine,
then why am I feeling the
Reverberations?
I feel like I’m the only
one who
can.
How can you feel so much
for a tree you never even saw
Until it was a
fallen
tree.
So I guess this is a
letter to
Blake from BVNW.
Even though our forests
never touched,
I
heard it when your tree fell.
I
felt the reverberations.
I
felt the earth shudder and
readjust.
Because the balances are
different now.
And we must figure out
how to live once more.
How to live without your tree
in the
forest.