Too many things
Spinning in my head
And crashing
Through my heart
I think I’ll close my eyes
Just for a little bit
And try to remember
Simply how to breathe
Learn to Breathe
31 Sunday Jan 2016
Posted Poetry
in31 Sunday Jan 2016
Posted Poetry
inToo many things
Spinning in my head
And crashing
Through my heart
I think I’ll close my eyes
Just for a little bit
And try to remember
Simply how to breathe
19 Tuesday Jan 2016
Posted Musings
inDecades ago my grandfather bought me a plot in the graveyard among with the rest of the family. It was always so surreal to see my name on a tombstone with my birth date and a dash. It was as if it were just counting down the days.
My sister went to visit my father and grandparents tomb last week and said there was a large crack in my tombstone. None of the other ones near… Just mine.
She said she was going to get it repaired, I told her not to worry. She paused… Then asked why. With my mask on tight I smiled through Skype and said it isn’t worth the money, it’s OK.
Inside my mask, in the thing that dwells inside, I simply thought why not let my sigil in death match my soul in life. Cracked and broken.
01 Friday Jan 2016
Posted Poetry
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