Some days I want to glean meaning from your death. Other days I know it was just some random shit thing that happened. In my dreams society has crumbled, humanity reduced to warring factions and desperate survival, and still what I miss most as I stand by the ocean is hearing songs on the radio that remind me of you. Upon waking I struggle for a moment, wondering why my mother is dating someone, until I remember (over and over and over) – you’re gone.

2 thoughts on “#1562

  1. There is no meaning in death, except it gives value to life. We all do what we must to overcome its effects and no two people react the same way. I would not question your mother’s reasons because we can never know the true story behind someone else’s life journey; she is doing what she must to survive. I have lived this story, make peace with death. I hope you do not mind me writing this.

    • Thank you for the thoughtful words, and of course I don’t mind you writing them. They are very much appreciated. :)

      On Sun, Mar 22, 2015 at 9:57 AM, Only Fragments wrote:


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