October 1st, 2010

Angel Feather (c) SJGames (INWO)

Two years now.

My mom died early in the morning of October 1st, 2008.

I can't decide whether that's longer than it feels, or shorter.

I've had some thoughts tumbling around in my head about how I, and people in general, handle pain and grief. It ended up as sort of a poetic-looking pile of prose. I have no idea whether this is any good, but it's been on my mind regardless. (It's also not completely representative of how I'm handling things, but it's not terribly inaccurate either.)

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(It occurs to me that this would look more "poemy" if I sprinkled some extra line-breaks throughout it and dropped some punctuation. Wonder what that says about the general perceptions of poetry I've been exposed to.)