The Hardest Homecoming
(In Loving Memory Of Luis Hernandez) Imagine if you will taking your spouse or significant other away At first it was supposed to be for just a few days
⚠️ WARNING! Do Not Go Into The Light!
What if I told you that upon death no matter who you're greeted by and no matter what they tell you, do not head into the light. What you do now may save you a lifetime or two. So remain calm and seek further counsel once they go through their speech. Again the important thing is to remain calm, and don’t get lost in your emotions. I get a chill writing this. With an upcoming Matrix movie on the horizon, something in my gut tells me it’s the perfect time to write an article explaining The Reincarnation Trap and how it connects to The Matrix's version of Simulation Theory.
I Always Thought Writing Was My Super Power, Maybe Time Was My Kryptonite...
Ever since grade school I thought my writing was some sort of super power I could call upon, and brandish when the time was right. I thought I’d post or send out my first piece, novel, or whatever it might be and like the bat signal it would shoot high into the nights sky, and summon the masses bringing with it instantaneous fame, fandom, and accolades. I mean it worked like that in school so why not now.
Home is where they lay there heads Where I don’t have to play pretend Where I can be without end Where I’ve sworn to protect
Home is Her
Home is where she lays her head My little miracle she's three now but Without devine intervention she would have been dead
Escaping The Rivers Of Styx
She died in my arms today at 11:11am. I made it back just in time to hold her and watch the foam rise from her mouth like some sick parasite consuming her. My heart shattered into a million pieces at that moment. I should have been there for her, I should have seen the signs. The last thing she left behind was a poem.
THE LONG THAW
At night I can’t sleep. For I’m haunted by visions of the past. The horror never fades away, it always seems to last. Cold sweats are commonplace. I swallow looking to taste. In the end I’m always haunted by her face.
Don't die, don't die.. please don't die.." she whispered In my ear again and again, through the mashup of sobs and cries. "Don't die, don't die.." I repeated to myself, gritting my teeth in pain as my head fell against her seven-month-old miracle baby bump.