clouds were folding into deeper shades of graaaaaay.
the most fantastic
black birds in moon, in branches fly.
how long did i sleep?
a case of you
heres my short story so far folks:
Death in this context was in no way gripping, thrilling, enthralling or anything of the like. I’ll lay it out for you; see Walter had one of those faces. A face hardened by the realization of quickly fading ideals. It was difficult to see the father in him. His jaw was clenched, stone like. I couldn’t read past his dark eyes.
The funeral was coming to an end but I hardly noticed. I was staring through the damp air across the expanse of tombstones; I was staring at the forest. In all its dark enchantment and I imagined you there James, instead of in the ground cramped into that cold box. The crate wouldn’t get you closer to whatever waited for you, I knew that.
The funeral was coming to an end but I hardly noticed. I was staring through the damp air across the expanse of tombstones; I was staring at the forest. In all its dark enchantment and I imagined you there James, instead of in the ground cramped into that cold box. The crate wouldn’t get you closer to whatever waited for you, I knew that.
Everyone in black had walked past me before I realized it was over. Everything was mismatched in that moment. I kicked at the ground and ran my hand through my rained on head. Death had sent the cold into my heart, I was cold from the inside out but the days were growing warmer; spring was imminent somehow.
