I'ma kinda freaked out...
Went to a funeral this morning. Nothing unusual about that, other than it was for an 11-year old girl, and that's just *wrong*. I managed to hold it together until the vicar read the poem linked below, at which point I confess I cried like a mofo. The weirdest thing, though, was that her mother seemed to be holding it together better than anyone else. I'm now very very drunk...
Her mother is probably fucking exhausted in every possible imaginable way there is to be exhausted. I don't know her, but I doubt she's got tears left, nor energy to so much as frown.
Well, hard to be happy after something like that. Life's but a walking shadow and all that.
Better than alcohol, though, is to take some DMT if you can get it. Toke, trip, cry, toke, trip, cry... repeat as needed.
That's a beautiful, and very, very sad, poem.