In memory
Tic, tic, t i c
only the clock breaks the enveloping silence as realization sinks in.
Tic, tic, t i c
A family member, a school mate, a face in the crowed.
Tic...
Disappeared:
miss a beat.
Tic...
Disbelief:
stop to think.
T i c...
Dead:
deeply pained.
A growing tightness forms in my chest; I dont know what to make of it.
"ca devrait servir comme une rapelle, qu'il y a des foux dans ce monde."
no concrete sentiment. just a dazed and calm acceptance.
We live as a spider's web: Intricate, delicate, and vulnerable.
Strong, and yet so easily broken by too strong a wind during a storm, or an inadvertent hand sweeping through the air.
What gets stuck in the fine silk is what shapes our characters.
And what passes through are just the fleeting moments that we try to hold onto.
The spider is the narrator and we wait as she dictates how the story will end.
R.I.P. Michelle Gardner-Quinn
only the clock breaks the enveloping silence as realization sinks in.
Tic, tic, t i c
A family member, a school mate, a face in the crowed.
Tic...
Disappeared:
miss a beat.
Tic...
Disbelief:
stop to think.
T i c...
Dead:
deeply pained.
A growing tightness forms in my chest; I dont know what to make of it.
"ca devrait servir comme une rapelle, qu'il y a des foux dans ce monde."
no concrete sentiment. just a dazed and calm acceptance.
We live as a spider's web: Intricate, delicate, and vulnerable.
Strong, and yet so easily broken by too strong a wind during a storm, or an inadvertent hand sweeping through the air.
What gets stuck in the fine silk is what shapes our characters.
And what passes through are just the fleeting moments that we try to hold onto.
The spider is the narrator and we wait as she dictates how the story will end.
R.I.P. Michelle Gardner-Quinn