Christina Rossetti - Remember

REMEMBER me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you plann'd: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.

Death is a Way of Life.

It has been a while since the last time I posted something. So much has been happening simultaneously that I have had no time in the moments to write. I doubt that I have even fully felt the full weight of what has been going on. I feel like I am watching my life pass by, not full in it, yet not quite out of it. Numb.

A wedding. A death of a grandfather. A death of a grandmother. A possibility of a new life. A break up of friendship. A rift in the family. A gathering of in-laws.  All in the same few weeks.

A Lost Writer...couldn't find the places in my heart for all the emotions. For all the anger. For all the sadness. For all the hurt. For all the joy. For all the love. For all the mix-up.

So I tell myself that death is a way of life. Death is a reminder to live every day, every hour, every minute, every second. Death reminds us all is not lost. When something gets taken away - something else is put in our hands. Death is a reminder to be grateful. Death is a reminder that life is short, but its beautiful if lived to the fullest.

Death is a way of life. 

...u ask me not to cry...

Tuns, my girl this is for you, 
When you can no longer suppress the tears behind those eyelids, 
just know that I will never be able to understand, 
but I feel your pain and I love you always.
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You ask me not to cry, 
Yet you are leaving me behind, 
We have shared so much, 
We have given so much,
Our hearts beat as one: rhythmically


You were there to catch my tears,
Dry them and kiss them away, 
You gave me a million reasons to smile, 
Or you would just intensly gaze into my eyes, 
and words fail to form in your mouth, 
Because you love me, you have to told me so, 
and you can't even describe how much. 


Now you are the reason for my tears, 
yet you are asking me not to cry, 
you are leaving me behind; 
Or have you left already?


I feel you, in my heart,
I see you in my reflection, 
I hear you in my heartbeat, 
I smell you in the wind and
I dream you into life. 


Tears are my way of expressing
my grief, my doubts, my love, 
my loneliness and my suffering 
You have to understand that I am 
feeling all of these because you are gone.


I cry because I need to. 
and when you ask me not to cry, 
You are asking me for too much.