A Much Belated Apology

[jeckcrow]

There are things that strike you so hard at the time, that they knock the wind right out of you, and you cannot speak about them. You cannot even think about them until years later, and thousands of miles away, in a hotel room, they come pouring out of you. We watched as your youthful features dwindled, replaced by a ponderous and heavy appearance. You had your shoes labeled left and right so that you could tell the difference between them, while a tiny piece of your head ate itself, and consumed the rest of your body as well. I'm sorry, Alex. We didn't know. We thought it was a joke, and by the time that we knew any different, it was too late. And all I can think now is that you'll never see Vienna. You'll never see Spanish warhorses training at the Royal Riding School. You'll never see the graceful curves of these buildings, or the delicate spires of the churches reaching for Heaven. No one should have cancer when they're 17. You deserved better than this.

"When we die we go into the arms of those that remember us,
We are home now,
Out of our heads,
Out of our minds,
Out of this world,
Out of this time.
Are you drowning or waving?
I just want you to save me,
So we move...
We change by the speed of the choices we make,
And the barriers are all self made.
That's so retrograde,
Are you drowning or waving?
I just need you to save me.
Should we try to get along?
I am alive,
I am awake,
To the trials and confusion we create.
There are times,
When I feel we're about to break,
When there's too much to say.
We are home now,
Out of our heads,
Out of our minds,
Out of this world,
Out of this time..."