Another day another breath. Another day another death
So much death surrounded me. I was 12 at my first funeral. It was a boy I had a crush on. It crushed me. Go figure. I didn't know what to think. He was just gone. I remember right after my mom told me that he had died I went into my room and was looking for something to wear... something tapped me on the arm. There was no one else in my room... Idk what to think about it... People just kept dropping from there. Some of it gruesome car accidents most of it was drugs. The powers that be didn't want to believe that in perfect suburban America that drugs were the activity of choice. But trust me... The kids were not alright Everyone of them seemed to leave a giant hole in me. Some holes bigger than others. I look back now and realize most of those people have been dead longer than they were alive. That just seems so... obvious somehow but it never occurred to me that this would happen. Like...idk it just seems like as much of an impact that most of my dead people had on me in...