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Walk through the darkness of everyday life after the loss of a friend. Thinking and feeling what was to have a friend, what was to share a cup of coffee, what was to live everyday life with a little more light than I have now.

To learn and to relearn to move, to breathe, to talk, to work . . . To function without my friend. A friend, a good and true friend, such a rare thing to find, such an oddity an anomaly – at least in my life.-

A friend lost forevermore. No god, no heaven, no afterlife for me and therefore forever without my friend I will be.

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Anthony David

It seems I am at the end and the beginning, of what it is gone and what it is to come. 

For what may come, I can only dream it, wish it and either, wait for it or run to it. But it would be to run into nothingness.

My dreams come true, if only . . . A memory only or wishful thinking. Unrealistic, exactly, I know reality too well.

To be loved why does it seem that we are not to love ourselves too? To be loved why does it seem that we are to sacrifice our heart and soul?

To keep them, to keep myself then it is for me the endless death of ongoing existence. Or it could only be that I feel sad today and tomorrow he will be gone from my thoughts.

Gone forever, until I see him again or hear him, or maybe until I see a cat or hear the rain. I’ll  forget him until my next Sunday morning cup of coffee.

Or maybe tomorrow I’ll remember when I was hurt, or when I cried, or when I didn’t understand and this thoughts will push him out of my mind.

At the end and at the beginning as it is suppose to be. To make room for what it is to come some things need to be gone. 

Gone, but not gone, never or maybe always.

Lovely

Lovely goddess, sweet and true,

Bless me now in all I do,

Help me know which path is right,

And stay with me throughout the night.

There

There in the sun.
Water and sweat.
A bird, a tree, a bike.
And then, there is me.

Incongruent among the coolness and stereotypical, but nevertheless true, beauty.

Dream the impossible.
Then get a reality check.
Wake in the night and sleep during the day.
Upside down.

Everything has to do with the past.
The past that doesn’t exist.
The future that doesn’t exist.
Everything is now.

All there is, all that exists is the present.
There is nothing more.
There will never be anything else but, now.
I don’t have the courage.

I want

I want to go home.
I want my dad to . . . grow up!
I want my mom to stop working so hard.
I want you to call me and say . . .
I don’t know what I want you to say.

Say something true,
Say something real,
Say something . . .
Say something that will touch my soul,
Say something that will touch my heart.

Make my heart tremble.