Batman's Cave
Thread Topic: Batman's Cave
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I'm confused
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She's dead, Mihailo..
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When did she die and what does this have to do with you moving in, that is what i am confused about
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She died today..
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Sorry for your loss
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How long ago did this happen?? -
From what? -
Suicide. My aunt Di, the one that passed from pancreatic cancer...that's her mother..
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I visited my Aunt Di's grave today.
I spent hours just talking to her.
I missed her so much.
I started saying that I found someone who made me happy.
Someone who just is always in my mind when I awake, when I dream.
I imagined that she would insist to meet this person, threaten him, then accept him.
I know she would love him. I just know..
I miss you so much Aunt Diane. -
I visited Uncle Sam's grave today.
I spent the next hours conversing among the dead individual and I, stuck in the unusual Floridian weather that incited northern winter.
My first piece of the conversation was about a man I came across that manages to cross parallels of my life, the one that drifts between sleep and liveliness, enough to touch the barren feeling that convinces me to consume tenderness from our monthly liaison.
He would meet the brutal man of communism, threaten him with overproduced American pride with concocted patriotism.
In the last battle, he would love him. They would love Russia, they would love China, and they would love North Korea.
But what would I know? A man stuck how many miles deep in cavernous dirt filled with impurities of all biological kind can't rise and fight socialism.
I miss you so much Uncle Sam..
And Mrs. America. -
I told her I was sorry for Eileen.
That just months after Aunt Di...her daughter passes...
I tried saying that she was okay. That her death...she died peacefully. But I don't know that.
I stay at Aunt Di's grave for hours. Maybe three...I don't know. I know that my fingers were turning a blue-ish color. I was foolish to not wearing any gloves, but I walked back to her house. Tony was crying in his room when I was walking down to the bathroom. I wanted to go in, hold him, tell him that everything was going to be okay. That Heaven needed another angel. But I don't believe in that anymore. Religion.
I just continued to the bathroom, and washed my hands. I let the hot water run over my hands. Steam was clouding the mirrors. I wasn't crying heavily, but tears were falling. Someone was knocking on the door, but I didn't answer. I just let the water turn my hands red. The knocking grew louder and louder, it was as if the knocks were in my skull, but I still watched my hands. -
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And the darkness of mein soul is filling, chilling, blood spilling, heart killing, never smiling, never feeling, dying, peeling off the skin that is deceiving, dark surrounds me, chokes an confides me 'till my death finds me.. Agony..
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