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I had a really good poem to post, but then I forgot the author and can't find it by searching the lines. It pertained to death, explained it, metephorically. My grandma passed away, I wasn't close to her at all, my mom's family and ours never have been very close. I really didn't know how to feel, I hadn't seen her since I was a kid, partly because, she may or may not have wanted anything to do with me or my brothers. Irregardless, I don't feel bad she died, it was her time, she was really sick apperantly. The only time I felt something was when my mom started crying, neither of her parents are alive now. The only other time, was when I thought about other deaths that have occured, and have been really hard. I heard Sufjan Steven's "Casmir pulanski day", there is some things in that song, that make it incredibly sad to me.
It makes me think of my own death, not the actual dying part, or the wanting to see what happens part, but the "what song would I have played", or the how many people would show up.
This makes me more sad than anything
My old truck seen in this picture is dead. It was being completely restored, more than all the work I put into it. My brother was going to get it after me. The shop it was in, being worked on, burnt to the ground. It almost made me cry, not even joking.
This is the only picture i could find of my old truck.
It makes me think of my own death, not the actual dying part, or the wanting to see what happens part, but the "what song would I have played", or the how many people would show up.
This makes me more sad than anything
My old truck seen in this picture is dead. It was being completely restored, more than all the work I put into it. My brother was going to get it after me. The shop it was in, being worked on, burnt to the ground. It almost made me cry, not even joking.
This is the only picture i could find of my old truck.