Tuesday, March 30, 2004
I'm usually able to write poetry at an outpouring of emotion, but I can't seem to bring myself to write anything.
Everything I start to write seems like it's not enough.
Everything that I start to feel is too much to convey.
I went again to my father's grave today. I needed to go before I went to Las Vegas this weekend.
I sat on the grass this time. I usually just sort of squat on the grass, not completely sit on it. This time, I actually sat...and I felt like the rush of emotion was greater than before. I don't know why, but sitting on the grass made me realize that was the only way to be physically close to my father.
I miss you daddy.
Everything I start to write seems like it's not enough.
Everything that I start to feel is too much to convey.
I went again to my father's grave today. I needed to go before I went to Las Vegas this weekend.
I sat on the grass this time. I usually just sort of squat on the grass, not completely sit on it. This time, I actually sat...and I felt like the rush of emotion was greater than before. I don't know why, but sitting on the grass made me realize that was the only way to be physically close to my father.
I miss you daddy.
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