All those little trinkets, bracelets, rings and even a boombox, that he had others bring to me, They were all stolen goods that vexed people would come and claim back from me time after time. I never had the heart to tell him to stop. He reminded me too much of a stray cat who’d finally found a temporary home where he would bring tributes to his mistress feet.
When I asked him what he was doing sleeping outside my front door. He blushed and mumbled, that he would protect me from bad guys who could break in and steal me away. How crazy and scary of a notion was that? And yet.... He made me think of a dancing bear who finally could scent freedom without chains.
The day when they came to take him away. ... I tried to tell them that he would never hurt me. That he merely collected broken shards of scattered treasures that deep inside him spoke about who he really was. Before the drugs castrated his future self. Later... When going through the rubble he left behind, I found the glimmer of a hauberk forged for an Avalonian knight.
I'm a "soul whisperer" meaning that I'd rather speak with people whom I can identify some kind of sincerity from. Some broken spirits I have met in life, I do strongly believe they were the voices of Heaven.
Ancient dwelling places, forgotten pathways and neglected graveyards fill me to the brim with an enthusiasm for the mundane. As the fabric of life thins the voices of the celebrated AND the unknown whisper their legacy in the stoney structures which remain.
‘Oh, the wizardry of history. All the people who have lived and died, the people whose stories have survived.’ - Isaac du Toit, Passionately Curious
Everyone is someone In some way, shape, or form. And everyone has been through hell Or survived a storm. Some made it out better than others. Some didn't make it out at all. Some were thanked for their bravery By immortalizing their names on walls But even if their names Aren't on display for the world to see, Everyone has someone live in their hearts. Even you and me.
I don't want to be remembered When I turn into ash and dust I want to be remembered When my bones are still alive So that when the embers Of life die out, I'll be able to enter Death peacefully Knowing that I am a member, An impact, in humanity.