Friday, 24 January 2014

To S.

So they dug up your grave 
to find the hole in your soul, 
and cried a cry of grief
'cause they couldn't find relief.
They scratched you open
& you lay on the ground,
with a body so incomplete
something that could never define you.

I wouldn't call this grieving. This 20th Jan marked 4 years with him not being around.
Sometimes celebrating what's left of it defines happiness too.
I'm glad. 

Friday, 17 January 2014

Tyrannical Voilence.

The scorpion's story told me that the scorpion job was to always bite no matter how generous the man against it stood.
So even when the man helped the scorpion escape its death, the scorpion bit the man.

The scariest part about madness is it being like the scorpion's story.
No matter what you do, it kills the very tree that shelters it.

Sometimes when tyranny prevails and violence marks its presence, its very difficult to decipher what is sought.

Thursday, 16 January 2014

To Dying.

As I sit beside my mentally challenged aunt who grieves for my dead grandmother, in the back of my mind I know this was for the best. We all ultimately do the best of what we can, to the best of our abilities.
People die. That's inevitable. We're all to die someday.
The only thing we should really care about is making sure that our hearts are satisfied, leaving none of the wishes unfulfilled.

All of life is an act of letting go, but what hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye.