from where i stand, the world does not look the same.
because i am thinking differently.
because my mind is more open.
my understanding, larger.
watching some one die, slowly, is like taking a hand-crank can opener to your brain.
fussy forms of thinking and analyzing gain jagged, bleeding edges until you simply must
rip the old lid off, exposing your grey matter to chaos.
eventually, a protective sheath forms to filter out
the dust particles and leaf mush,
but there will never be a lid again.
you have no choice but to remain open.
and figure out what the hell to do next, knowing what you know.
there looms large the absurdity of material possessions.
the ones that became utterly useless, devoid of purpose and meaning in the slow blink of an eye.
what to do with them, hers and yours.
how much do you really need?
how much do you keep for honor and sentimentality?
my god, where do you put it all?
a shoebox of photos and a ring would suffice.
let it all sit, just where it is.
pray for strength and clarity.
reach for your new life in any way you can. an open mind is a wonder.