"It's Halloween, there's supposed to be something uplifting about hiding your true face behind a mask, there's supposed to be an element of surprise waiting to spook or entertain– I guess I've lost that part of my childhood, or maybe I'm not much fun. I drove past my grandmother's graveyard a few minutes ago and I'm only calling it a graveyard for lack of a better name, how about a yard filled with gravel and dust of things we used to be, flowers that knew death would be just as beautiful as living life would be. I guess writing has been a mask. I wear it everyday. The writer's heart seems to be the key to every conversation I've been making lately. I realized a few things while driving past this field of flowers.
I like when people cry, now let me tell you why because when they cry something real is most definitely happening, you can fake tears, sure, but most of the time this shit just hurts way too much.
Would you like to know what I don't like?
When people can't cry, because in some way, it means we've lost that primitive and infancy reaction to the realness in our lives–
Our very reality and vibrant colors,
tears help express what sentences
cannot convey and what paintings
cannot show–
I don't like it when I can't cry,
but within those few seconds–
I guess things just seem real.
There's nothing pretty about
crying two years after someone's death,
crying at the funeral just couldn't happen.
There's nothing scary about feelings,
there's nothing scary except for
not feeling... it took a long time
for that self realization.
I guess the question here is more of the why–
When was the last time you felt something?"
A yard full of flowers (via poetryleftbyher on tumblr)
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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