to death and to life
Monthly Archives: March 2026
bowies death unlocked my inability to talk about my mothers death
we are somehow just drifting through time before a bereavement, barely noticing its movement., breathing time in and out. Then death enters into our world and time stops
to say carpe diem is nonsense, because there is no day to seize. Time has seized us
but what do we really know of the dead, and who really cares?
im falling down
Caller is crying
I wish I could find me a handy boatman To ferry me over to my love and die.
don’t forget for just one second im forgetting you
where the fuck did Monday go?
My life is a hashtag 