We miss each more with a little less emotion each year.
All of them running together like water down a hill after a torrential downpour,
All of them ceasing to change but watch every other soul grow up and wither away.
Watching the world est away at what was once so innocent amd sweet,
Watch how Jesus rises from his sleep and steps aside only ince a year to let us say we are alive,
We are free.
Watch how every soul that you once adored fall to waste.
Holidays.
Like every one your nostalgic toward their prescence hoping again you were at least young enough to recall what was fun.
We dont choose to remember what kills us,
We just never forget it.
A constant reminder that someone somewhere they are coming back...
Coming back to sweep us away into the great spirit im the sky.
Taking us truly home for the holidays.
YOU ARE READING
Indigo
PoetryLooking through the eyes of a people you learn that there are two options: Your either plastic or dead. Being an empath isnt easy but you learn that the way you see things is much more then just black and white and growing up sideways i learned that.
