Dandelions Blooming Through Dust
-- From the Ghost World Collection
I started to watch my life become a memory
Strangers living in my former house, not knowing my name
The day I had planned to start living was years ago
The night I told myself, tomorrow, in the morrow I whispered:
"There will be another day"
Anthems a throwback only played on the second channel
Clothes vintage, fabric disintegrating walking through the world
Promises made to keep now a lie. Ambitions, now lost potential
As dust gathers in corners over my trials and errors,
I forgot to notice, these too were the days of my life.
Can life be the same as with death?
You have to die twice to be truly gone.
Can I jump back into the calendar,
start noticing when the dandelions bloom?
Have a second go?
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When you can't say things out loud, you must write them down. This is not a choice, it's the core of life, connection. I just try to do that...
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Wow deep. We all sometimes want a do-over.