Apr 28, 2024

Driftwood on Desert plain ..


Sunk island is best description of our locality as Nothing growing in the fields. Wildlife is absent, very little evidence of anything remotely connected with LIFE.

Sometimes in day get overwhelmed, that Matthew has died. Still got so much to do in relation to his death. Memorial service is the main.

Like before he passed away period was wet, grey. and flooded every new born seed, as we struggled to find medical HOPE. Since the 'saddest farewell' nothing changed it's still grey, wet, cold and unable to develop. There is also guilt of being here, while Matty is not here with myself, not further others.

Look in Mirror at old man unshaven, tired from my own long illness, presently don't recognize LIFE.

Nothing good is reflected back.

These are in spiritual term's a 'Desert plain'. Place to seek some guidance, growth. But there appears little. Just driftwood on empty beach. 

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MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"