A Death In The Family ©

In the end, you create your own Hell, your own God, your own heaven, your own Satan. It says God created us in his image. Create your own heaven with a thought and purpose. Eternity is just a few minutes long until the lights go out. Then you’re on your own. Focus on the darkness and the almost eternal time you have to plan your next move and your next move and your next move. After that, just improvise. You’ll be fine.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long. ©

Dear Emmy Lynn, as the moon lingers a moment over the Bridgers, before its descent into the invisible, my mind is filled with song. I find I am humming softly; not to the music, but something else; some place else; a place remembered; a field of grass where no one seemed to have been; except a deer; and the memory is strengthened by the feeling of you, dancing in my awkward arms.

This is tearing me apart.