This morning I dreamed of an old memory--a woman I have long forgotten. At twenty-two years old, I watched over an elderly woman during her last month of life. She reminded me of my grandmother who died of cancer when I was nine. The morphine in my grandmother's system made her irresponsive conversationally but not … Continue reading Dreams and Old Memories
Tag: philosophy
I wish my point of view didn't exist. Don't want to be human, don't want to sweat the small stuff, but when I do, I know an inner-explosion is about to occur That being fed up thing. I used to point fingers forward, I trace all fingers back to me I listened to the heartbeat … Continue reading Just Exactly Dead