The tragedy about reaching eternity, is the ones you leave behind have to figure it out. All the years you held it together, held us in your hands, and you never let us go. And now, we can’t give you even the kindness of letting you Rest In Peace. It feels selfish, like when IContinue reading “Rest In Peace”
The fact that I suffer is probably normal. How long I like to suffer is probably not.
Sometimes, I just need to be alone with my pen. For then, I am not alone at all. I am in the company of everyone I ever knew, And I am everywhere I have ever been. And I get to travel back there And speak with them again, laugh again And bring them back toContinue reading “Alone”
I think sometimes we love someone so much because of who they were. And sometimes, we love someone so much because of who we were when we were with them. And if you have to say goodbye, it feels like you’re saying goodbye to your favorite version of you, too. We moved around a lot,Continue reading “Through the Motions”
I think that’s why life is hard. When someone dies, What are we supposed to do with all the love we have for them? Are we supposed to forget it, stow it away, in the deepest part of the sea? Or are we supposed to express it; let it be free? It comes out ofContinue reading “Eggs and Ketchup”