I remember the day I lost you
That awful day in May
It has been some years now
I still remember the dream I had of you
Everything around me was white and there was a moving floor
Both living and dead passed by each other it seemed
I spotted you from far off
Standing with a woman I only knew from photographs
You passed by me deep in conversation and thought
I somehow found my way into the middle where the conveyor belts passed
I yelled your name as I ran to you
It took about a time or two
Your head spun around and you rushed to me
This woman watching me with eyes so much like Gran’s
You hugged me tightly
You told me how you had missed my hugs
That what happened was sudden but that it would be okay
You would be among friends and you wanted me to tell everyone that you loved them
I cried so hard into your chest
You said my hugs had always been one of the best
You kissed the top of my head and told me to go back
To watch over everyone if I could
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Juniper Woodstone
An aspiring writer sharing her short-written pieces in both series and stand alone. I am hoping to one day publish my own book. I hope you enjoy reading my stories as much as I have enjoyed writing them.
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Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtisabout 3 hours ago in Humans
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