Sugar melts like lemon drops
Do you remember going to the beach all those years ago? When we would beg and beg and plead until you finally gave in, and then I would torment every one by singing 'Some Where Over the Rainbow' over and over again all the way there?
You could always smell the ocean from half an hour away. Then you would remind us to not turn our back to the waves, and we would nod and do so any ways and get knocked over at least once stuck in a perpetual somersault because we were so small...and the world was so big.
I could stand there for an hour just feeling the sand suck away from under my feet as the water rushed back out.
It was so long ago it makes my teeth hurt. No, wait...that's the vitamin D deficiency. I never spend time in the sun any more. At any rate, I never thought I would ever be this old. And if I ever thought I would be this old, I never dreamed I would be this tired.
I never thought I would grow up and do the things I've done or be the person I've become or that I'd wait for three days before calling you after hearing about your latest suicide attempt.
I just don't know if I have it in me any more. To beg and plead and hope for things that I'll never get to have. Sometimes you have to leave the dieing before their dead, if you've any chance of making it out to the other side alive yourself.
I wish there was some adequate way of conveying my grief for the loss of you...but it is a void that I cannot fill with words alone.
You could always smell the ocean from half an hour away. Then you would remind us to not turn our back to the waves, and we would nod and do so any ways and get knocked over at least once stuck in a perpetual somersault because we were so small...and the world was so big.
I could stand there for an hour just feeling the sand suck away from under my feet as the water rushed back out.
It was so long ago it makes my teeth hurt. No, wait...that's the vitamin D deficiency. I never spend time in the sun any more. At any rate, I never thought I would ever be this old. And if I ever thought I would be this old, I never dreamed I would be this tired.
I never thought I would grow up and do the things I've done or be the person I've become or that I'd wait for three days before calling you after hearing about your latest suicide attempt.
I just don't know if I have it in me any more. To beg and plead and hope for things that I'll never get to have. Sometimes you have to leave the dieing before their dead, if you've any chance of making it out to the other side alive yourself.
I wish there was some adequate way of conveying my grief for the loss of you...but it is a void that I cannot fill with words alone.