My mother believes that the red cardinal that comes to visit her at the window. Is her mother coming to say everything will be fine. She believes the bird chooses to come, and that it has nothing to do with the birdfeeder outside of the window. She believes the bird is coming for her and not the food. Just like when I see synchronize numbers and believe it's some sort of sign from the universe. That those numbers are more than just numbers. I ignore the fact that I go out looking for them. That I count the house numbers, then act surprised when I see it. Maybe that's all security is relying on little things making simple things like numbers and birds into far more than we could ever understand. Maybe that's all life is giving random things meaning till we find some thing other than despair. Maybe all life is, is forcing ourselves to believe in something bigger, in some sort of higher power to make our lives, feel like they have meaning. To make it seem like all the evil in the world isn't just evil. There's something more out there. There has to be something more. This isn't all there is right please tell me there's more.
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The live's I've lived
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
