(Source: opticalnerves)
Do you remember
Waiting on the concrete, smiling
as I, with an unsullied demeanor
try to catch my breath
from the futile attempts
at chasing kits of pigeons
by the sidewalk,
as you were walking me home.
Then pointing upwards,
I strain my ears and try to tell the difference
between thunder and the sound of airplanes
while you explained
with laugh lines complementing the wisdom in your eyes,
as you were walking me home.
A labourer, a coolie, a sailor,
the provider of two lands
a father who was never in.
The privilege of being chosen to raise
as a self willed act of atonement
I cannot express.
As always, seized by the greatest abductor.
But in your last breath
with Alzheimer’s around your neck,
I hope you do remember
Like the wrinkled ridges of your thumbprint
remain pressed onto the convolutions of my brain.
Just like mine on yours,
only you can’t recall.
1927- 2011
And that truly is religion/
Told my mom I’d pick up a joss stick as an act of respect. I think I broke her heart.
Then again, the question remains: does that make me a sinner? I’d say not. I’m not anti-christain or anything, I just cannot comprehend its factionalised ways. Morals and ethics aside, if religion was amalgamated, I’d be a believer. Well, of course that would hold true, in a parallel universe.
breathe-less
(Source: blackbruise)
and im blessed with 7
(Source: 2desire8)
And time is all we are left with!
Viva la Freedom.
the way you wake me up when we are in school.
(Source: gofuckingnuts)
