hoosakitty

Now you lay in the roses…this is fitting. Beauty and thorns together describe you perfectly. I refuse to consider you gone…you and I were too close for me to even consider harboring such thoughts. I will continue on as if you were still here…because you are. You told me that you didn’t want me to be sad…so I won’t…because you are not gone. I will ramble and quote you in nonsensical prose…because you will read it. I will NOT water those roses with my tears….because you cannot possibly be there.

Some things you can’t be prepared for. Some things sneak into your life and rip your heart right out of your chest before you even know it’s there. Some things are unfair and hurt you in places you didn’t even know you had. Love…Death…they have become synonymous. More than words, they are the wailings of the soul and the substance of tears. These words…these elements…tear through our lives, only to leave us behind with sweet memories and emptiness. Neither can they be contained in one body, but ...