when it rains...it pours.
Time to go.
bags
three bags
sit
on this bench
sunlit
flys also
not on the bags
a tree, oak, long branches
reaches behind
ever lit also yellow sunlight
and
green- washed like salt blast
from water reefs
this greenish
i walk past
in a moment
thinking
“i am going to die alone”
i just know it
like a saturday is coming
like
a fucking wall is caving
but
now i am tired
and
if i run out of energy first
then i will be like all the rest
all the rest
just easing into it
like
who fucking cares
three bags sit
on the bench
in the summer
filled with sweets
with candy
i left them there
for no reason
no reason
i am beyond reason
really
almost
beyond reason
amost
really
really
One thing I know is that we never die alone. It may seem that way at times, but we all have at least one person who loves us and who is always there. It’s not always possible to see that person, but they are there. That person may not be a romantic friend, but they are there. It isn’t a certain type of love, only the real kind and in forms we have to let ourselves see.
