This poem was beautiful. It's funny, because I saw that you had written something and immediately turned off the music that I was playing so that I could give all of my attention to what I was reading. I respect your writing and admire it. It has depth and, especially in this poem, it touches me and offers me something that I can compare to my own life. So I guess, in a way, you're writing for al of us.
Grieving is falling. Slowly, over a period of days. It’s the weight of your head collected in your heels.
That part was my favorite. I had somebody close pass away and that was exactly how it felt. Like all of my limbs were desperately trying to hug the Earth just like the ones of the person that died. Like my body was falling down because it knew that down was the closest to that person's physical form that could ever be felt again.
And about your friend, man. Keep your head up. The world may seem really disgusting and "all the lines may be blurring," but give it time and everything will fall back into place. Lines will become lines again and angles will become sharp again. That's just how life works.
Grieving is falling.
Slowly, over a period of days.
It’s the weight of your head collected in your heels.
That part was my favorite. I had somebody close pass away and that was exactly how it felt. Like all of my limbs were desperately trying to hug the Earth just like the ones of the person that died. Like my body was falling down because it knew that down was the closest to that person's physical form that could ever be felt again.
And about your friend, man. Keep your head up. The world may seem really disgusting and "all the lines may be blurring," but give it time and everything will fall back into place. Lines will become lines again and angles will become sharp again. That's just how life works.
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