Like being everywhere all at once
grief / death is a weird thing
what do you mean my grandfather's ashes are inside of a box now
a whole person with a whole life just sits on a shelf
i guess we return to what we're made of
but my brain will never be able to comprehend it
it will never be able to weave those realities together
how someone who was there my whole life, and had their own full life and favorite color and favorite things and a laugh and a favorite memory and a favorite person and a cat and hobbies and friends and a favorite restaurant and a favorite ice cream flavor doesn't exist anymore
or maybe they do and we just can't see them
"What do you think death feels like?"
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"like being everywhere all at once"









