For the record I am mad.
Because the world does not pause.
Flowers bloom, the sun still rises.
Homework is assigned, laundry and dishes
are still accumulating and need washed.
10 days have gone by now.
my teacher said the word impermanence.
she said the world IS change.
maybe tomorrow that will help me.
today I am mad about this.
my mom died just last week.
groceries, toilet paper, chores and bills…
these are of no concern today.
and yet. Flowers bloom, Sunrises happen.
Glorious sunsets fill up the sky.
we are but grains of sand
would the ocean stop its waves?
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Brook Art Human. A story, a yarn, a line, a shape 
Oct 01, 2010 @ 08:58:24
I am so sorry. I’m still grieving for my grandfather and it was frustrating that people were going about their lives while mine was crumbling.
Oct 01, 2010 @ 09:08:23
thanks, yeah it’s rough. and I know I haven’t hit the worst of it yet. I’m still sorta shell-shocked.
Oct 01, 2010 @ 14:59:43
I’m sorry for your loss, if only the waves would stop!
Oct 01, 2010 @ 15:02:58
even if only for a little while. thanks
Oct 01, 2010 @ 16:07:05
I’m so sorry. Stop, waves! Please.
Sometimes it’s hard to keep afloat.
Oct 01, 2010 @ 16:22:24
thanks, yes that is it.
Oct 01, 2010 @ 16:31:50
My heart goes out to you.
I lost my father long ago.
Thought the world would stop spinning.
But it didn’t. Life went on…
Oct 01, 2010 @ 16:35:49
yeah, it just keeps marching on. Thanks very much.
Oct 01, 2010 @ 18:49:17
My dear one, stay as mad as you need to for as long as you need to. Grief is complicated and it is work, a real job like someone is paying you to do it. My heart goes out to you, having lost my husband last year and still struggling. I send you all good energy and prayers for finding your way on the road you are about to follow.
Blessings……….cj
Oct 01, 2010 @ 18:55:55
thank you so much
Oct 01, 2010 @ 19:27:43
Oh, honey. I’m so sorry.
Oct 01, 2010 @ 19:44:27
yeah, me too. thanks
Oct 02, 2010 @ 05:28:47
Someone told me once, of grief…
Like being inside a glass prism
And everyone outside just keeps on
living, doing things normally, making noise
Noise which interferes with your grief.
And you’re stuck inside the prism
As, outside, normal life goes on.
Oct 02, 2010 @ 07:51:36
yep, that sounds about right. thank you