I want to be a writer. i want to be a poet. in a world deaf by media and desensitized by cruelty, who would ever listen?
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I still remember those days.
I remember the promises we made to each other.
I still talk to you everyday,
as if you never went away.
I know the pain I caused you will never truly fade away,
but just like that day in the rain when worlds and cars collided,
I remember everything that was said,
I remember everything I wish I said.
I still feel every time I remember a reason why I…
I have these moments when I sit back as the piano plays. Watching fluorescent lights move electrons across them flickering about. And I realize how small we are. The sound wave traveling into my ear will slowly move across space and the radio wave slowly degrading across the light years. Passing other stars and worlds. The notes of the piano dancing between helium and hydrogen. Moving into realms…
I have these moments when I sit back as the piano plays. Watching fluorescent lights move electrons across them flickering about. And I realize how small we are. The sound wave traveling into my ear will slowly move across space and the radio wave slowly degrading across the light years. Passing other stars and worlds. The notes of the piano dancing between helium and hydrogen. Moving into realms we will never see. And as I write this the bits and bytes will float in a cloud for the rest of time just awaiting a view. And as my body will one day be laid to rest all that will remain is what those bytes represent. Generations will go by and eventually those electrons will be moved the storage erased for a new block of a new website. And whenever that happens I will be gone from this reality but for that fraction of time in the grand scheme I was living my life with the people I lived with. And hydrogen will bond forming stars and carbon will destroy those stars in time. Eventually time will move to the point where our star is nothing more than a cloud of dust like from what it came and all those who lived there, all their bytes gone away, but today the sun shines, and we write more bits. We smile and laugh. And one day we will be remembered in the bits we lived.
I never forget those quiet moments at night. The ones when I sat up and hear you whimper in your sleep holding you until you felt comfortable.
I never forget those busy days cleaning house and watching the sweat roll off your brow. I was never able to show you how much I appreciated all you did.
I never forget all the ways you could move your body around me. I wish I could have learned to dance…
I once thought that the dust in a room signed for a broom now it seems like the beams of light perce the dust are the memory of our life. Specks dancing with rigorous movement. Life moving so fast and emotions taking wheel. As I pass through this dusty room I feel the dust collecting. I feel the weight become over bearing. I feel my bones crushing under the pressure of the memories. I keep moving…