“Pain demands to be felt”, you say.
Can profound thoughts be experienced?
I can’t sleep
without listening to Beethoven
one of my habits.
I cry over fictional characters
I can find solace in books.
I can think of hundred things
we can share
grief is one.
I have eternal questions
that haunt me
but I don’t necessarily
have to know the answers.
Like Sisyphus I’m content
to push the rock to the summit
and repeat the process
after the rock falls down again.
But then I think for a moment
what if the” last good kiss I had
was years ago?”
note: I’m currently reading The Fault In Our Stars by John Green. The lines “pain demands to be felt” and “last good kiss” are taken from The Fault In Our Stars.
Books I finished reading: Tinkers by Paul Harding and Levels of Life by Julian Barnes. One of the essays Barnes wrote is on Grief, its phases and faces.
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