Lex

Lex


 

Dad

Where are you every time I cry and laugh and joke as time goes by. I know you wouldn’t leave like this, so choice is all but meaningless.  And all the choices now I make, are made without you, right or wrong, I ride this storm.

Death seems closer than ever before, fingers reaching for my hair and telling me I’ll find you there, in the Universe so loud and resolute the soil is licking at my boot.

It feels just like it ought to feel I guess, when distress circles in distress and the world seems small and limited. I guess it shows how quick this goes and keeps on licking at your toes when the wind is pulling at your hair to rustle life and bounce and shock, to try and forget the tic tic toc.


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Julia W
over 6 years

Amazing :) I love the melancholy of the way this is written.

Lex
over 6 years

Thanks Dennis, I appreciate your kind words :)

Quil
almost 7 years

Beautifully written.

Lex
almost 7 years

Thanks Ella :)

Ella Salamat
almost 7 years

This is great!

Lex
almost 7 years

I read the Hunt earlier today, nothing wrong with some passion ;)
You have an extensive library and I'll be sure to check them out

Cory Garcia
almost 7 years

BTW Some of mine get overly passionate like the Hunt...
Hopefully you don't get offendedOthers like The Reddening of the Rose is sweet and may be more to your liking :)Welcome to the site!!!

Cory Garcia
almost 7 years

Be sure to enjoy them both ;)You did the right/write thing lolNobody wants to write for themselves...Be sure to read a lot... it will help you grow as a writer as well as provide you with creative inspiration and support... a really supportive group here :D

Lex
almost 7 years

Thanks for your comments Cory. Somebody told me once you haven't lived until you've lost, I am still unsure which side of that is actual living, before or after. I appreciate your feedback on here; I certainly joined on a whim.

Cory Garcia
almost 7 years

It feels just like it ought to feel I guess, when distress circles in
distress and the world seems small and limited. I guess it shows how
quick this goes and keeps on licking at your toes when the wind is
pulling at your hair to rustle life and bounce and shock, to try and
forget the tic tic toc.Love this!A Loss of a Loved One?
The sad truth is people can never be replaced... the better they are the more they are missed... Its a testament to just how good they were :)

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