Lying in bed thinking about all the mistakes and how many issues contain life. Lying on a bed, wondering what to do with life and what more could there be to a complicated one. Thinking about all the possibilities and ideas that should be left alone. Thinking about what the holes in the ceiling could represent. Holes shaped like the sky, a snowflake, or even a picture of what might be a life later on. Holes deep in the ground which fill the body of someone who left this world unexpected, someone who was loved but may not have known it, it’s a shame they had no clue. Death left in the heart of a loved one. Death is the ending of a story.
The ending of a story
May 18, 2009