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today i saw a tree sway in the wind , and for a minute i thought it was you . and maybe it was , somehow . was that you there -- caught in the boughs and the branches , waving goodbye to me one last time ? i hate to think about that . come back soon then , if the winds are carrying you now like they carried me . come back to the tree outside our window and wave to me from time to time .
- xx . xx . xxxx
6 days clean .
im trying really hard to cope but it's only making me spend more time on my phone . i just hope i get over it . it is hard when it had happened for over 3 years, and ive tried to quit before . maybe this time it'll actually work .
i have been quiet all my life . i think it is about time i consider my rage , and begin to scream .
- xx . xx . xxxx
i am a bird in flight , and you are a net that has ensnared me . and , you see , while others may be angry -- i cannot help but sing as you pull me into your hands . for i think my wings have been broken for years , and i have been at the mercy of the winds , and only the winds . no other has ever been able to drag me down , to give me stability , until you . why is that ? you must be a special kind of net , made for catching birds like me . that’s why each time i can , i lay kisses on your skin as thanks . i am so tired of flight , i just want to rest in your arms now . thank you for loving me .
- xx . xx . xxxx
a day will come , and i will lay myself in the dirt beside you . a willingness overcoming me to decay -- to decompose . i will dig myself into the dirt and the moss , wrap my skin with lichen and press my lips to the tree roots . after all , you won’t be there to pull me out then , will you ? no , i am laying myself in the earth to be beside you , to feel the grass sprout in our joints and the flowers bloom between our ribs -- together . we will become a harbinger of life , a home , a provider . does death scare you , my love ? it shouldn’t . i’ve died before , and i’ll be there beside you even in the dark . before you go i’ll ask you to plant a seed in my heart , to wrap your roots around me -- anywhere you can reach . hold as tightly as you will , even in death you’ll keep me here , my mighty oak tree . even if you are uprooted and you fall , i will still linger in the bark and the overturned soil of your life . even if you rot , i will still make a home within the decay .
- xx . xx . xxxx
a grim reaper stood outside our door today with your name in it’s mouth . i shut the door and locked it . i was playing a game with myself , that if by locking the door i could deny the existence of death itself . that if by keeping it out i could protect you , wherever you are . wherever you were ? i’m in a fog , nothing makes sense . i won’t allow what i think to be true . death and permanence , life and mortality , a never-ending cycle , spinning - spinning - spinning , a god disproving the existence of god , worlds on fire and worlds collapsing in tandem though they are galaxies apart . you’ve left , and i feel like dying . i’m losing my mind without you already . please come back . we’re two sparrows chasing each other around the trunk of a willow , ever out of site , ever prevailed by the mere thought of the other’s existence . i think that’s why i’m afraid to stop this meaningless flight now -- because what happens if i stop ? you won’t be there , behind me .
and i just cant understand the thought of that .
- xx . xx . xxxx
