the sun filled the world with vibrance, a light wind from the east, apparent by the old fashioned weather vane, gently kissed the land
and it felt so goddamned disrespectful
the day is perfect, seventy degrees without a cloud in the sky
and i sit in the car watching the tractor dig into the hard packed ground
not a cloud mars the blue sky as it digs six feet into soil
there should be lightning
black clouds boiling overhead with pent up rain and the fury of nature
but it’s not
the world moves on uncaringly, maybe it hasn’t noticed the loss, maybe it is just my world that stopped
a perfect day in the most unperfect way
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Stirs up some feelings here
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I was in the middle of nowhere today. All these images hit me. But I was driving. The weather vane and tractor at a cemetery were real. And so many more that are stirring in my head.
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I guess it’s memories of feelings. Like afterward when you’d go outside and everything was beautiful yet it was surreal because life was really a horror movie.
It was inccomprhensible to me that evil existed in such beauty. But yet it did
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Life is definitely a horror movie. This was poetic.
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Wow!
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