It has not been easy. I live in the bottom of democratic society holding on the dirty coat tails of middle class and yet I feel richer then the black oil fields of the Middle East. I live each day as if the world has broken its code and said, “You. You alone are royalty.” Slander from mouths spill into my ears and I pray one day everyone loses their voice. Some days I wake up shuffle into the kitchen and start my bitter coffee and I think was I not just doing this hours ago, is everyday a voyage through the monotonous. Sure everyone has things at hand they wish they could change or be done with, but to live life each day and feel like a mound of woes is covering you is no better than being alive in your grave. For me not much is going to make my situation better until a certain man reveals himself from a long mission of death and for this I pay a price, although, I am not sure what it is yet. I have lived through two deaths the past couple of years, one expected, one not. I heard the very last heartbeats of a woman with my ear pressed against her chest and I saw the pain National Geographic likes to capture when a child dies in catastrophic disaster. All along the minutes I have stumbled into and onto myself as my eyes cannot wash away what they saw, my ears cannot get rid of the ringing and my lips cannot take back what they have spoken. People have gone about their lives filled up on grief and I yet to pay my toll to feel the rest of the ride. Moments of happiness are sprinkles on a log laid by my dog, no matter how you dress it up it is still shit, but damn those are really good sprinkles. (From letters to no one) Elise P. NO COMMENTS PLEASE JUST DIGEST...YOU MAY LIKE IF NEEDED..
Posted on: Fri, 23 Aug 2013 21:38:29 +0000
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