… that there are things that I will NEVER have an opportunity to do.
… that people are well-intended, but they tend to fall back to “religion” when they’ve run out of things – no, when they don’t know what “else” to say.
… that I am just as vulnerable and emotional as the next bloke.
… that I really do ❤ Emily Dickinson. With that said,
I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air –
Between the Heaves of Storm –
The Eyes around – had wrung them dry –
And Breaths were gathering firm
For that last Onset – when the King
Be witnessed – in the Room –
I willed my Keepsakes – Signed away
What portion of me be
Assignable – and then it was
There interposed a Fly –
With Blue – uncertain – stumbling Buzz –
Between the light – and me –
And then the Windows failed – and then
I could not see to see –
Here comes the projectile vomiting.