My grandmother died. When I heard of the event, from my dorm room in college, I walked out to an underground passage on the other side of the UAP's, and started to dance. I could feel her looking at me, finally understanding me, after refusing to for her entire life. It was as if she had melted into the great mind of the universe, and still existed as "herself" but without limits, without distinction, as an eternal sigh of profound happiness.
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It all just came out, like some great waterfall. I couldn't stop writing. That hasn't happened in a long time.
I feel peaceful now.
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