2.26.2014 L.A.W.
Over here there are no trees. No feelings of a cool breeze. Not a laugh or a smile. A melody or a mile. Tremendous regret and pity fill this air. A toast to the chance that led to an empty world. Created by yours truly. An event worth a funeral. A place to lay this worthless soul. A tight squeeze and a suffocating time. Stand still in this grief and see no further , light is absent in this presence. Like a ghost passing through but no entrance to encompass. Eyes swollen and sunken in. Tears no longer fall only dust gathers around the edges. My bones barely hold. They dangle in distress. Mind body and soul lost with no sign of another merging. What's left if there is no life on this end? I feel but not of good taste. I see but only a figment of what's there. A sad sight and myself is to blame. I'd rather sit In this dead space. Ossify in this corpse. Bleed and leave gracefully. What tempo to this delay. A slow, steady, thoughtful goodbye. A gratitude for this awakening soon forever home. Lost in the stars. My home away from home. Gravity pulls in quicker. Soften this departure. Make it hurt less than this.
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