a month ago i had this death consciousness,
and yesterday...
the flowers that bloomed during what was once morning celebrations are now thrown 6 feet below the ground bouncing on a portrait of my face in a 12X12 inch frame. my eyes are shut but i can see images of the people that i've walked along before. their eyes, as black as what they are wearing, spilled tears that floated to the heavens. from this blackbox i can hear choked cries, untold stories, exfoliated secrets, and some that i should only hear through a whisper. then as if by an unseen wave of hand, the light folds and darkness scatters...
...i died. the last thing i saw was a single candlelight and a crying orb.
meanwhile, a cry of a newborn is scuttling through the whole of me.
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i was kinda lost there somewhere. but like i told you before, life obliges us over and over to give birth to ourselves.
3:49 PM
its simply the past that dies and the future that is born. and where i am right now is where this life is heading. :) look! whose hand am i holding!
4:27 PM