The present… what a stupid word. It’s too nice. Too shallow. It makes light of what has been trauma and tragedy. It is a failure of a word. Failing to capture the depth of experience and the veracity of the colors that painted it.
I think there may be this thin understanding of life and death that lies here. The treasure. The cherishing. The inevitability. The ending. All finely intertwined. Both defining the other. Each making the other significant. One breathtaking. The other… breathtaking.
So I want to ask… Are you out there too? What’s your heart feel like today? Is it broken? If it is, can I help you hold the pieces? Even if I can’t help you put them together, can I just hold them with you?
This seems bigger than me. What I’m trying to write. Usually I start moving my fingers and go from there. I can’t seem to get the first sentence out. So this is my excuse of a hook. Forgive me; I know it’s not a good one.
Sometimes when you cry/ You can cry so hard/ It’s hard to stop/ If this happens/ It helps/ To take a shower/ And let the water cry/ For you/ For a little while/ And after some time/ You turn the shower handle/ To turn the water off/ And the crying stops