reflect

If I were to move like air, wisps of moisture I would be.

Cloud me over. I will bring the rain.

Make you want to breath my air.

Be my cloud

Wisp away to reach the north.

Falling, falling, through this sky.

I had met your maker, the day you left.

To reach the moon,

by some new sun.

Found myself, between the life, I have felt,

 before you left.

Now,my cloud, you have become, wisps on the wind

Whisper in the sky. There are clouds forming

Where… is the new day.                      Nov 13

reality

Are all these days following... to be sad.
these days ahead, to remain in deep somber.
 A void created, by this mystery,  life
 and life, always thought.. it is for living...now i see, it is also... dieing,
and only once you have walked though that door, do you actually know,
 what i am saying, to be true.
this sad reality, how i loathe my reality, how i detest my sadness, my depth
of loss.
this void is eternal, never again will i be able to say, i love you Mom, i will never again
be able to hug you, never again, to talk to you, about life and how it is.
all gone..only a memory..this sadness lingers, from here to the next, and on
i miss my Mom.

blog....

This is my first ever blog post! Keep watching for new posts!
blog???
what is a blog? to be a blog. i wanna be a blogger....
silly word.. but yet with so much worth....