lafshar
like water underwaves, like heat under flames, like sky understars....i want to be....
I am not your maid, nor your care-taker. Your mom should not be calling me every 3 seconds to find out where you are. I hate the way you ask me to make you food when you're oh-so-hungry. I hate the way you talk to me when you need me.
Strung up so high i can barely see, the world below me suspended in the earth, and space. ...strung like a star in the sky i watch.
half and half, that was his favorite. Never cream. too thick. i gazed at the glass of coffee in front of me, gazed at his favorite additive...and took milk instead.
suddently we all are born, just as suddently we die
suddently we see ourselves, and suddently we cry
suddenties what rules our lives and how we have evolved.
but one thing is never certain, fixing the unresolved.
it was her gift to me. I held it close to my breast, it's warmth penitrating my wool sweater.
"I'll love it forever grammy." Sshe smiled, and faded away.
he handed me a box. It smelled of memories and mildew, the smell of my grandmother's kitchen, and my father's tool shed. i couldn't help but look at it's contents, drapes, a old antique vase......all memories. all dusty and sun-soaked.
You are here,
the ground with soft pine needles under my head.
You are
the commitment to my enjoyment of the sky and air.
You are
my peace and joy.
stay with me....
...please?