she told me I was selfish
I told her what that means
I followed her to death
She squeezed my hand. She squeezed the life out of me.
She told me to say things she wanted to hear
I told her what she needed

dark tattered bar baskets
perhaps one shouldn't
loose words and gossip
I can't imagine any benefit
puke food and frivolous spending
where are you?

What is your relationship with yourself, with your soul, and with God?
Are you afraid to let go?
Why?
Find your trust. Do not question. Do not fear. Drop all reason and listen closely..
Let GO