blue will follow...

Grief, grief is a feeling that takes away a little piece of your life, a little piece of your memories, these unspoken, but real memories that each of us carry around, treasured inside a little box, that nobody else can see, nobody else can see through our grief; unless they have experienced it themselves. Time has passed by, but still there are bad days. Gray days that fill us with such pain, pain that is even hard to describe, difficult to acknowledge and tough to swallow. The sky that puts a cloudy day in our mind, is much less than the ray of light that is melting that grey sky into a beautiful blue. This blue will follow; follow wherever you go, wherever you want it to go. Sitting all day thinking and tormenting in our little instrumented bodies. These instruments that will only be used to carry us to the next life, the life that everyone dreams of, but has never imagined. Not the fairest of fairytales, not the whitest of white horses, the deepest of the deepest secrets can ever describe or know how the sky will glow, the angels will chant, and us humans will still become ever so passionate about how our loss is evermore so much more important.