Knowing but not knowing the dead that roam the gray spaces of shadows. Where are we in this wandering life, never quite reaching our destination of the grand spiralling color of joy? All those million of smiles faded into echos of overwhelming happiness.
Death swallows us all.
Coughing up blood of Mary's womb we return back to the earth of which we came. Grief stricken those that cannot follow wail their laments to their finite Lords and Ladies but some feel that cavern of nothingness pressing down on them, forever reminding them that life is a void.
Tears of broken glass fall and shatter into infinitesimal pieces of broken hearts. This is where we bleed the most. When we know that those that loved will never laugh again.
Rest in Peace,and know that this is never the end.
Nena
No comments:
Post a Comment