I bent over and my head snapped off and all my memories came out.
They were beautiful sobbing messes all over the carpet.
I scooped them back up, restuffed my head and placed it atop my shoulders.
Then instead of wiping up the residue, I left it.
Just so I would remember this happened.
(holy ground)
You can't do anything about the length of your life, but you can do something about its width and depth.
- Shira Tehrani
- Shira Tehrani
5 comments:
did it hurt you at all? The snapping off of the head I mean?
my head snaps open sometimes too, but usually when I am dreaming. I wake up wondering how much was really a memory and how much was altered.
this post is the best post of all time
I agree with Jamie. I don't know her, but I agree with her!!
I just love your thoughts.
Hugs,
Janell
this is made of awesomeness!
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