I died today.
No.
Not in the sense that require boxes stained with the false warmth of Mahogany as hymnals reverberate around a souless sanctuary.
No.
Not in the sense that demand words to be recited through an amplifier as if though the poetry poured within each rehearsed and articulated letter would be qualified to win an Oscar.
No.
Not in the sense where calligraphic fonts dance against off-white postage with an invitation to come and gaze upon me like I am a One-Man exhibit in a museum.
No.
Not in the sense where rumors are deemed reality and reality is negated by witnesses as conversations are whispered with puffy eyes scanning the pews.
No.
Not in the sense that strangers become family, family become friends, and friends become strangers while uniformed in Black garments of misplaced despair and falsified grief.
No.
None of that.
But in the sense that the world that bore a promise of Life is staring back at me decaying in a pit 6 feet deep of it's own self destruction.
I died today.
Because I tried to live in a world that was already dead.
~🔑'z
