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StillLife

Contributed by TheSpiritx on Saturday, 8th December 2007 @ 02:13:56 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

I've gone out walking each night
the last 4 nights
because I felt like I was missing some part of me.

I brought my camera tonight
because I knew what I had been missing.
I was out in search of life.

I didn't want some superficial
California Dream,
but truth.

I had just seen my friend,
so thoroughly innocent and beautiful,
slowly die in front of me on her hospital bed...
and make me ask what there is to life.

I left the house with curiosity,
not anger or grief.
I desperately wanted a reason for it all.

I did some thinking while I walked.
Everyone's always said I was a man of few words.
I'm not, though.
They're just all inside my head.

And in my head I told myself that... maybe she died -
And she wasn't much scared, when she did -
To help me understand life.

I couldn't help but smile as I walked,
even while tears were forming
in my already red, waterlogged eyes,
because I realized that life

Was in every breath,
every step,
every laugh,
and every tear.

From her, I learned to always move forward,
Head up.
And to do my best.
And that, if I did, it would always be good enough.

-

I didn't take any pictures tonight.
What I wanted couldn't be photographed like some still life.
It's what happens on the inside...
In each and every person.

I think I'll go out tomorrow night,
but not to find life.
I think I'll go out to celebrate it.

Copyright © TheSpiritx ... [ 2007-12-08 02:13:56]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: StillLife (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 9th December 2007 @ 06:10:23 AM AEST
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oh i just love this!
you speak so eloquently of life, and death. and finding the life in yourself before death.

beautiful!!!

- Bethani -

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