Morning mourning
-The morning of death we mourn the dead no, not death, not the dead we do not mourn the dead we do not mourn that death takes the dying it is the fleeting of possibility the defeat of what could be too suddenly becoming what could have been, far too quickly– to ever dream of being. It is not those that leave we mourn; it is those who stay, and what they will not create. It is not the dead we mourn; it […]