D(r)ead - A Memo
One might never live to see themselves unpleasantly crawling through gallons of rain water just to fetch a measly bite of a rotting scrap of someone’s thrown-out and forgotten mid-day meal. I wish the satisfaction of release had come upon me earlier on so I could join those who have not. I was only twenty-two when I was evicted from my one bedroom apartment. A two month streak of late rent payments was my ultimate downfall. I presume the day my fiancée perished had brought me into those times of turmoil and confusion. Overtime I have felt too much pain to consciously connect with the emotions brought by dwindling on the topic of her death, so I rather pretend that it was just ‘maybe’ the reason.
