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| Loss |
so many things that we see around us don't really seem to mean much until we notice something's gone and we feel an emptiness sometimes we get so caught up in what we're doing that we forget and it's an even bigger struggle when we come to a conclusion that we should have been thinking outside of ourselves more to lose another is tragic... and in my soul I always feel for any loss.. My tears rolling down my face seem to speak for all that I want to say about how I feel... when I recall and see all such vanishing... the fading away of other things and faces I once saw songs enter my head .. specific lines.. ".. afterall that we've been through... only tears will tell the truth..... I'm crying for you, for me, for all that came between, I'm crying for you, for me , for all of us.." ".. My father fought in Afghanistan , his widow's penchant ain't worth a damn. My mother works and goes home to cry "I want to live before I die..." Grief can pull us down make us lie on the ground and wonder about life what it really means to us and to everybody else.. Somber in the reality that something is gone and whose physicality seems to have disappeared we can no longer grasp yet we know that our legacy is by memory.. If we remember then it becomes eternal.... |