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“The people you love become ghosts inside of you and like this you keep them alive.”

But if you’re the harbour of a thousand wisps of soul, who is going to keep them from leaking out of the holes in your heart? (And your rag-tag of a sweater on those cold winter mornings.)

No one.

Because you’re ghosted and closed. You’ll never let them out, those ghosts. And in very much the same way, with ferocity and love that could kill, you’ll never let anyone alive in.

Your love is for the dead.

Such a pity for the living.


p.s Check out Robert Montgomery’s installment, it’s wonderful and inspired this little bit.


Unsafe Containers- Grief

“The paths of glory lead but to the grave.”

                                             – Thomas Gray

Sing them to Sleep

Sing them to sleep

the lost and the found, the survivors

who lie resting in the ground

triumphing from the  testing

of life, till death came to them

and stole their last breath

Sing them to sleep

the souls of the departed

find a melody so strong

that can fill cracks, crevices, holes

A lullaby carrying along

Sing them to sleep

Sing them to sleep

Sing them…

to sleep…

to slee…