Wednesday, July 23

We get some rules to follow. That and this, these and those.

I've been thinking about dying a lot lately.

A few days ago, I dreamt about my funeral.
I couldn't see their faces,
save the blur of unhappiness
filling the room.

Close the door behind you, use your late night push.
Be ready for the stories,
the aches and pains.
Silence brings me home.

5 parlez:

Fern said...

how were you..the dead you?
my dead-fern dreams usually feel pretty good.

bedshaped said...

It wasn't a particularly uplifting dream, fern.

orangefrute88 said...

you know, now that i'm thinking about it, i don't die in my dreams. everyone else does. not all in the same dream, but eventually. huh

bedshaped said...

I was always of the understanding that you couldn't 'die' in your own dreams.

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