"i'm sorry we don't have forever..."
floats in the background of tears filling the eyes of anyone
watching the father dying and the daughter living until
she starts to die.
nothing is permanent.
we take what we
have
and
hold
for granted as it is.
we take what we
have
and
hold
for granted as it is.
the forever we live in only
feels
endless
because it hasn't ended
feels
endless
because it hasn't ended
habit or consistency, the pulsing of life in the everyday.
rarely is the flower both dead and alive
how the sun does shine
on the living and the dead.
it is your breath.
you choose.
