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Because that’s what people do…


They leap and hope to God they can fly because otherwise they just drop like a rock, wondering the whole way down “Why in the hell did I jump?” But here I am, falling…and there’s only one person who makes me feel like I can fly, and that’s you.

— HitchHitch
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Reason #73


Because you’re with me always, no matter what has come before and where we are now.  I used to think that was a bad thing, that I couldn’t just erase you from my mind, but maybe it’s all as it should be.  Whatever will be will be.  And like a good friend used to say to me often about the unexplainable – It just is.  You’re with me, whether I, or you, like it or not.

It just is.

Jealous


I’m jealous of the rain that falls upon your skin. 

It’s closer than my hands have been.  I’m jealous of the rain.

I’m jealous of the wind that ripples through your clothes.

It’s closer than your shadow.  Oh, I’m jealous of the wind.

‘Cause I wished you the best of all this world could give,

And I told you when you left me there’s nothing to forgive.

But I always thought you’d come back, tell me all you found was heartbreak and misery.

It’s hard for me to say, I’m jealous of the way you’re happy without me. 

 

~ Timothy McKenzie, Josh Kear, Natalie Hemby

Do not go gentle into that good night


Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

~Dylan Thomas (1914-1953)

From The Poems of Dylan Thomas, published by New Directions.

“Maybe I’m in hell right now…”


“Maybe I’m in hell right now, but you all knew I never believed in hell. The concept was created to keep us on track, and motivate us to do good. What if earth is hell? It sure felt that way.

What if everything we wanted was actually nothing? What if all the things we think are tangible, are actually figments of our imagination? What if life is actually death, and when we die we are truly alive? Wouldn’t that make more sense?

For if this is life, surely some of us wouldn’t inexplicably yearn for death so badly?”

~ Excerpt from An Open Suicide Letter