That last one feels particularly on point with weather in D.C. today. -Emily
sometimes being can be much.
it’s strange to think of things.
thoughts are just words put in motion through the mind
that move forever, unwavering.
to think of a world fallen and forgotten
yet so close you could smell the sweat
and the tears come running past you.
they miss you, and hit the ground…
weighing easily more than one thousand pounds
and you sigh
and the world
keeps on moving by
and you remember a sweet whisper of words oh so dear
in a voice oh so near and far
and you can’t get to it.
not at this time at least.
keep going. stay strong. what will be will be.
and the thoughts just keep coming
and life just keeps going on.
also, it’s extremely safe to say i miss my mommy.
more than i ever thought i would.
i miss her :(
she’s only moved away but still…