“The End
It feels a lot like the end
How the clouds clap
How the skyscrapers sway
Before everything shatters
The sirens somersault on and on
Down the mountain”
Read More“The End
It feels a lot like the end
How the clouds clap
How the skyscrapers sway
Before everything shatters
The sirens somersault on and on
Down the mountain”
Read More“The dirt intended to bury me is now the mountain I stand on.” Nightbirde
Read More“When Grief comes knocking, answer the door. Let her in.
Let her tell you all that was lost. Let her remind you how marvelous it was. Let her paint your memories in slow motion, let her sing your story with a cello. Let her teach you gratefulness and how to pay attention. Do not turn her away at the door. If you do, she will come back again knocking.”
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