#moruning

[d-e-w-p]

I think one day I'll drown

In some self hatred or worse

And the few that left to mourn me

Shall not follow behind a hearse

A horse and wagon empty Nay, no marching men in sight A tarp drawn by a mongrel Trawling through day and night

And no grave shall be dug for me No six foot depth my home And if my old friends should find me It shan't be in a wormly hole

Need only look beside them In dirty, guttered streets Through litter, lurch and filth They'll find me at their feet

A loose and whethered binding Rope thick and wearied torn In a ditch is where you'll find me Hah! Where even dogs won't mourn

So drowned is where you'll find me In self hatred or worse A gutter wretch just winding On towards another verse

[thingsidontreallymean-blog]

Safety

The safe places

Are the ones

Nothing ever comes back from.

Whether Northern Europe,

A palliative care unit,

Or stuffed in a sock

Under an adolescent mattress,

You’re never going to see again

What you swear was there last week.

[connectonature]

3 Years

Tomorrow marks 3 years since John, my brother was set free from his pain and struggles. I'm taking a personal day from work again this year like I have for the past 2 years and looking forward to using the day to celebrate who he was and the way I remember him. In his honor I'm going to spend the entire day walking in the woods. He loved being outside with mother nature and each time I'm in the woods I can feel him walking with me. It gives me such peace and comfort to be able to enjoy some the little things he used to loved so much.

[inziladun]

mourning: bby Gil-Galad