no more excavation...
it was whispered, half-heard but felt all around. it spoke of happiness. warm sun in the afternoons in september. monarchs back in isla vista. sunsets over panoramic views that i live in everyday but i haven't stopped to look at in forever. the perfect setting for the long- and slow-coming funeral. last night the final nail was hammered in a coffin 6 years in the making. and the ringing sound of the hammer striking that nail was happy and right. and the coffin is finally aged enough to go bravely into the ground where i know it belongs - with happy memories inside of it but with a cheery headstone to visit when need be.
i can't pretend to be good with funerals. but the promise i heard on the wind today convinced me that today is the day i start walking forward without slowing my step to look and call back.
i can finally walk at my own pace and find my own path.
no one's home and the weather's fine.
i can't pretend to be good with funerals. but the promise i heard on the wind today convinced me that today is the day i start walking forward without slowing my step to look and call back.
i can finally walk at my own pace and find my own path.
no one's home and the weather's fine.