This is your time, this is your dance-live every moment, leave nothing to chance
The first game of the recreational soccer season has passed, and we took Denfeld out two to nothing- my throat was dry and wasn't allowing me to breathe, but my Kirby was there and I'm very sure she kept me going. My bathroom on the third floor was designed with yellows, whites, and manilla; going in to shower, the natural light came through the window in a golden way much like the skies of an oncoming tornado. I stand there in the dark with my head down, the water passes over and I taste the salts of perspiration- a bitter sweet reminder that I've worked hard. Muscles throughout feel either worn or loosened; most I've forgotten were there. It's a brawny sensation that I rather enjoy, but my thoughts quickly pass on to those I love, grieving southward. I imagine that expectations of death don't make it any easier than if it were sudden. She fought for so long; it's said that you're strong if you hold on, but I think that sometimes the greater strength is in letting go. No one, no one at all, ever deserves to endure such lengthly pain, but they do anyways.
I love evenings like these without homework or task; I can do the things I've been meaning to, this time it means reading some Geographic articles, reposing through poetry, and learning to draw Celtic knots, spirals, and letters. To inhale spring air and call it breathing- that is something to be grateful for.
Kirby is better now. For about three weeks I couldn't look at her without seeing anguish, and composing methods to somehow make her feel better or comfort her. To have your lips at bay from a creature of such beauty for so long isn't particularly well; not out of fear myself but of her own disinclination to spread her virulent maladies. Together we are so good, me and that girl. Goodnight world.
I love evenings like these without homework or task; I can do the things I've been meaning to, this time it means reading some Geographic articles, reposing through poetry, and learning to draw Celtic knots, spirals, and letters. To inhale spring air and call it breathing- that is something to be grateful for.
Kirby is better now. For about three weeks I couldn't look at her without seeing anguish, and composing methods to somehow make her feel better or comfort her. To have your lips at bay from a creature of such beauty for so long isn't particularly well; not out of fear myself but of her own disinclination to spread her virulent maladies. Together we are so good, me and that girl. Goodnight world.