Monday, February 23, 2004
I have been allowed to cry too much this year, and i can't say i really understand why.
As of yesterday, I think my heart has officially been irreversibly broken, like a chemical reaction that will never see its true state again.
So if I could be so bold as to ask, would someone grant me a new heart?
A heart that does not remember, a heart that does not fear what has yet to be.
A heart that isn't sewn together by clumsy threads of dignity and responsibility,
A heart that isn't glued together in a tacky effort to reform itself.
A heart that is no more the master at feigning ignorance.
But who exactly am I kidding?
This year, I've lost too many;
two to a visitor called death, and one to a madness called sorrow.
My eyes sting. They try to tear, even though the well has already been sucked dry.
I discovered something beautiful while watching
In America yesterday, a tale adapted from Jim Sheridan's life story about love, loss, hope and innocence, all made into a clever, surprisingly whimsical movie.
How do you let go of someone, when you don't even know if you believe that they're gone?
I hope my grandfather doesn't get lost on his way to heaven.
sherry @ 1:04:00 pm
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