There is a tendency for the living to try and justify the dead. To point fingers in circumstances we may never come to understand. Of course we struggle to find rhyme and reason to fit our grief. To fit our comprehension of life and living.
I surrender my ideas and ignorance of your lives to the creator. I surrender you to the universe for it is there that you are free and there where your truth exists. I have no right to tell you to stay because I've come to understand and to know within every nook and cranny of my being, just how many reasons there are to leave it all behind.
For today however, I seem to have found the reasons to remain outweigh the alternative, but it is a daily process and it is separate from my gratitude, which is full and overflowing.
I understand better today. Not fully, but better.
The world appears to be hopeless. The rich and greedy suffocate the rest with their unreasonable demands.
I understand and send my love.
It sometimes seems pointless and very often hopelessness slips in the slightest crack, but that I suppose is the point... Today anyway. To find the love and light within the overwhelming sense of impending and present despair.
No matter what your reasons for leaving, you are loved, I send this love to you now and whenever and wherever your spirit happens to soar, this love will be there... Amongst the ether.
This is for you.
The lost. The floundering. The disenfranchised because the franchise is crippling our spirits.
The slowly fading and those extinguished in the blink of an eye by any number of difficulties and tragedies.
Those who know that being human has become nothing more than a hustle, a thing to trade for fame of the 15 minute variety.
For you, for your family and all you held and hold dear. For all who still hold you close. For those who judge and those who love. Equal light into each of you.
For you.
To somehow shed light on just how far it takes us. The depression. The anxiety. The delusions. The paranoia. The mental illness. Please don't tell us to get over it. Don't say, if you were just stronger you'd be fine. And please, if you're not trained in medicine of the doctor variety, don't pretend to know who should and shouldn't be diagnosed.
It is with sadness and sorrow but hope as well that I write this. A song for those we've lost and for those we will lose, but also for those who keep going, trying to live. I have no right to write this. I am but a small voice in an ocean of millions.
For you, my now long lost friend. I leave this here for you and the others. Maybe simply for myself...
As I lay beneath the chilled breeze, amongst the dead and dying blades of autumn. Every molecule twitched, writhing suffocation in remnants of regret and hopelessness built in mountains of shame and denial.
What would the world think, should I acknowledge all that I seem to hold within...
Muscles ached from foot to neck, the heart sprawled broken by the weight as your mind wrestled to cure itself.
It is impossible to be what I know myself to be... Impossible for family and friends to love the real me despite those strangers, mocking and manipulating.
Desperate clinging, fuelled longing clung to frozen lungs in daylight's faded disappearance.
Dreaming lost in sunrise clamouring, forgotten memories slithered deep, burrowing hardened soil.
With every drink, the truth became solid. The way out ever clear. The world becomes rigid and your end clings desperately, hanging on their every whim and insult...
All of my love as you rest in peace, that which this world could never bring you.
David Lewry
I surrender my ideas and ignorance of your lives to the creator. I surrender you to the universe for it is there that you are free and there where your truth exists. I have no right to tell you to stay because I've come to understand and to know within every nook and cranny of my being, just how many reasons there are to leave it all behind.
For today however, I seem to have found the reasons to remain outweigh the alternative, but it is a daily process and it is separate from my gratitude, which is full and overflowing.
I understand better today. Not fully, but better.
The world appears to be hopeless. The rich and greedy suffocate the rest with their unreasonable demands.
I understand and send my love.
It sometimes seems pointless and very often hopelessness slips in the slightest crack, but that I suppose is the point... Today anyway. To find the love and light within the overwhelming sense of impending and present despair.
No matter what your reasons for leaving, you are loved, I send this love to you now and whenever and wherever your spirit happens to soar, this love will be there... Amongst the ether.
This is for you.
The lost. The floundering. The disenfranchised because the franchise is crippling our spirits.
The slowly fading and those extinguished in the blink of an eye by any number of difficulties and tragedies.
Those who know that being human has become nothing more than a hustle, a thing to trade for fame of the 15 minute variety.
For you, for your family and all you held and hold dear. For all who still hold you close. For those who judge and those who love. Equal light into each of you.
For you.
To somehow shed light on just how far it takes us. The depression. The anxiety. The delusions. The paranoia. The mental illness. Please don't tell us to get over it. Don't say, if you were just stronger you'd be fine. And please, if you're not trained in medicine of the doctor variety, don't pretend to know who should and shouldn't be diagnosed.
It is with sadness and sorrow but hope as well that I write this. A song for those we've lost and for those we will lose, but also for those who keep going, trying to live. I have no right to write this. I am but a small voice in an ocean of millions.
For you, my now long lost friend. I leave this here for you and the others. Maybe simply for myself...
As I lay beneath the chilled breeze, amongst the dead and dying blades of autumn. Every molecule twitched, writhing suffocation in remnants of regret and hopelessness built in mountains of shame and denial.
What would the world think, should I acknowledge all that I seem to hold within...
Muscles ached from foot to neck, the heart sprawled broken by the weight as your mind wrestled to cure itself.
It is impossible to be what I know myself to be... Impossible for family and friends to love the real me despite those strangers, mocking and manipulating.
Desperate clinging, fuelled longing clung to frozen lungs in daylight's faded disappearance.
Dreaming lost in sunrise clamouring, forgotten memories slithered deep, burrowing hardened soil.
With every drink, the truth became solid. The way out ever clear. The world becomes rigid and your end clings desperately, hanging on their every whim and insult...
All of my love as you rest in peace, that which this world could never bring you.
David Lewry