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I found this shirt in a thrift store!
In October I will be home in Texas, buried in the sand. From it I will hatch, with a new outlook on life. Here is a poem I wrote about my first boyfriend in my life, ya dig? The kids bipolar and completely stopped talking to me. We haven't talked for 11 days.
One day they will dig my bones up,
to investigate mineral deposits that bled out of me as I decayed.
They will find gold and silver
that leeched out of my brain,
as my cells weathered away.
one of the last things
I told him was that september had been ruined,
I would never look at this month the same,
in the sad pathetic existence of this body's life.
I could not bring myself to look in his direction, as he walked away.
as much as I wanted to.
Rather sometimes you would like not to remember,
the way they looked on a certain day
I made sure to try to remember the way the room smelled
because I would never be able to inhale his skin again.
Your cells will replenish themselves every 7 years,
a biology teacher told me today.
So if we met in 7 years again,
it wouldn't be the same original skin that you dressed yourself in.
this month will be the month to remember
I burn holes in my hand to know that
I am still capable
of feeling
It makes me feel like part of the universe,
bigger then the cell walls that hold my skin together.
There is a soul running this very machine.
Alas I remember I say, be present, grab onto any feeling you ever have
and endure it till the very end.
P.S. Heard a great buddhist quote the other day. Something to ponder for sure. "We choose our joys and sorrows before we experience them."