We leave these bones behind. We inhabit these shells, these domiciles, and then we abandon them. We go vacant. It all rots and decays, as nature always defeats nurture in the end. But we leave these bones behind. Fragments of our selves. Proof that we formerly existed. Our possessions. Our things and stuff. Our bones. Physical reminders that we once lived and breathed and simply were. Bones, or even ashes, that is what we're reduced to.
We leave these bones behind in the form of memories as well. For a time, we live on in the hearts and minds of loved ones or those whose lives we may have touched. But eventually, they leave their own bones behind and we are eternally forgotten.
Happiness is in the moment, ever afters never last. Happy endings are an impossibility. I've seen enough bones to know that much...
The full set and write up are here...
jermalism: Abandonment Issues: Lightle House on the Prairie
We leave these bones behind in the form of memories as well. For a time, we live on in the hearts and minds of loved ones or those whose lives we may have touched. But eventually, they leave their own bones behind and we are eternally forgotten.
Happiness is in the moment, ever afters never last. Happy endings are an impossibility. I've seen enough bones to know that much...
The full set and write up are here...
jermalism: Abandonment Issues: Lightle House on the Prairie
