skeletalbird

We always ask ourselves:

"Why do bad things happen to good people?"

But the truth is,

Sometimes good things happen to good people

And bad things happen to bad people

Good things…

It’s there
I can feel it
In my gut, some weight
Under the tangible
What is it?
Emotion, surely
But which?
Guilt?
I’ve done nothing wrong
Grief?
No, that’s too extreme
Rage?
Not like…

It’s an awkward feeling

Thinking that you’re the loneliest person in the world

The heads won’t sink
The current won’t pull them

How long will they remain?

The axe is now clean
Crimson grass covering soft ground