Rebuke (11/02/2018)
I have been a little dead for a long time, and every now and then when my feelings catch up to be I become maddeningly upset that I am stifled and lonely. I hope too much and love too much and my heart is broken in the end. So I give funerals to all these small deaths.
In the dusty blue of dusk, the one that tears our hearts apart with it’s wondrous beauty that stretches seemingly to forever.you know the ones that I mean.I left myself back there, and in these memories I feel blood rushing and the beating of a heart that is alive, thunderous and in bloom. How greedy I was then, how selfish to smell the hyacinths and feed off the sky, to be nourished and still wish for more.
