There's an impossibility standing adjacent to the nearest star bound body It waves and beckons with a sincere familiarity so unnaturally I am the end of the undulating tunneled vision I am become a silhouette of a dead city caught in the decaying story bones fiction
We are all emptiness and our emptiness is how we define ourselves. But our emptiness will become a river into which we will find the world to be held. The universe exists in the eyes of those who live without the sight to see Those breathing, freezing stars that burn into the heart buried deep.
Constructs of will and portions of strength cut out the guilt of my youth All roads lead to the sky but I will not seek to understand you Futures are made in blinks and beats Are they aware of the way we lay with our tangled feet under these threadbare sheets?
Follow the light of my darkness A single shot of whiskey and a conversation whisks away my heart's hardness All cool and breezy across the great green oceans I'll meet you halfway between loss and a facsimile of dreamed emotions
Mami was my grandmother. Was. Because she's dead. She died October 20th. The day after my best friend's birthday party. The day after a boy said i was pretty.
I cried, of course, but as the days passed i realized i wasn't so sad. And that made me really angry. How couldn't be sad? What was wrong with me?
I remember this day when she wrote my name on a notebook. She wanted to talk to me. She said she was sorry about what happened. Long story.
I remember when she had the stroke. It was my brother's birthday and she was so happy on the phone. Mom was smoothing my hair and my aunt called. I remember the lost look in her eyes. I remember my sister crying. I remember telling my brother on the phone. I remember crying. But i can't remember was was the last thing she said to me. And that's ****** up.
After she died i understood my mixed feelings. I miss my grandmother. But the lady in the bed of a ****** hospital wasn't my grandmother. I know it sounds mean. But it's the truth.