There is nothing like keeping a deja vu in your back pocket. Easily triggered by the stimulus that surrounds you. Today, a walk to the edge of the harbour and my whole life flashed back. All it took was the smell of saltwater, the touch of a rains mist, and wonderful memories came flooding back as strong as the approaching tide. A picture is wharf a thousand words. – Ash
Losing someone in your life that is still out there is like falling continuously and never hitting the ground. But, all you can feel is the impact. – Ash
Farewell my uncle. I never knew you, but I will never forget you. Life has a strange way of displacing what could have been. Death has taught me this. – Ash
I was with you for a while every one of those moments I playback when I think of you when my heart is calling out for yours to hear your skin a shade of an angel hair…I remember its smell tucked close under my chin when you smiled the whole world became happy and those eyes they kept exploding my heart stretching it with love you are the best thing that ever happened to me a day that changed my life so beautiful and full of hope…and my daughter our bond and made up language only ours will be forever your laughter is what I hear the most, only it grows faint those days I miss you so much it kills me a little bit more reminds me how I am living with an empty heart with a box full of memories slowly losing what it feels like to have a pulse as the pages of my mind bleed ink disappearing the days of our lives together all I have left are these words to keep going
Red sky evenings I remember them stretched highway at eight o’clock over the overpass to watch there is one last summer night coming out to play my pace quickens to catch up traffic flies by this one road boy who is wandering far from what he can recognize adventure must be the same no matter where you are until I pass by an old train track that divided two kinds no friends from either so I move on you could hear blades of grass keep a cool breeze in check slowing down seconds for teenagers of the land to win toys, steal kisses, and lose ice cream it is impossible to be this alone with Carnival noises filling the air but the lights threaten shadows the stars show up, crowds filter, I am lost walking forever on the eve of September heading back to the red road toward home
Boats sway nestled to port quietly breaking the ocean toward the shore its laps catch my ear then, I see I watch as the moorings drip counting seconds for no reason high over in the charcoaling sky chimney smoke rises, strangling the hills there… blips of buoy lights reach north and south tomorrow to be a beautiful day this, a story, a grandfather tale to comfort me as I am ushered home by the dear harbour before it can sleep it sings lending me its sounds for sweet dreams to come allows me the harmony of its salty crests until I turn my door in goodnight I listen for the songs of the harbour
four shadows passing by midnight the king, the jack, the ace, and the joker pushing and shoving…jousting in jest their laughter lulling the moon as street lights froze everything in time and the world just slept shuffle and stroll in the wake of the chopping shore they poked and praised, challenged some more free until the sun began to peek then they retreat with the dampening dew enough stories for a thousand tomorrows from a single night a key to a forever yesterday
That night was eternal drifting toward a forever sleep voices falling faint thoughts of tomorrow escaping with time slipping away I walked toward a light I was not scared to follow body still euphoria right there but before the final second of a wasted life I found my soul it told me I was not broken gave me the strength to awaken promising another day to make up my mind