This could be just another bit of my growing psychosis. But ever since he died, i've seen things- spots, garbage, markings, pretty much anything- in the shape of a heart. I find at least 1 heart-shaped thing a day. It reminds me of him, makes me think he is still watching me, it almost makes me feel what's dead in me reborn again, these...dead emotions, their scars on my heart activating when I think of him. GAHH! DEMON! THINE TRICKS OF DARK WOULD'ST REACH THIS FAR INTO ME! Into my mind, into my sight, making me think he is sending me hearts, that he has made it to Heaven-NO! IT IS HIM! Oh nephew, as I had promised, I think of you every day. Your soul lives on within my fading memories. Oh Destin. My sweet, sweet nephew, my first nephew, how i've lost the emotion of sadness and tears when I witnessed your funeral. Ahh I still remember it as if it were 5 minutes ago, ahh funerals are so boring, no emotion to spill for passing time all I can do is stare at the floor. How old were you when it happened? 4? Yes, 4. That was many years ago, you'd be 8 years old now. I picture you watching me up in Heaven, answering small prayers I ask for rainfall on a clouded day, or a sign of heart. Even he cannot touch you nephew, you were so young, still at the age of holy innocence. Of course you'd make it to Heaven, ahhhh my dear nephew, I even feel gusts of wind sometimes balling up along the palm of my hand and across my arm, as if you were holding my hand. T'would make sense, you were, after all, born in October- a month of wind. Maybe when its my turn to fall, that I have not sinned enough by him, to stand next to you once again. My nephew, are you there? .....yes. Kh13, I am sorry for babbling on like this, I just must ask, is it religion that follows these signs, or just my pure insanity getting me once again? Answer me this, that is a wish from a scarred heart and mind.
This could be just another bit of my growing psychosis. But ever since he died, i've seen things- spots, garbage, markings, pretty much anything- in the shape of a heart. I find at least 1 heart-shaped thing a day. It reminds me of him, makes me think he is still watching me, it almost makes me feel what's dead in me reborn again, these...dead emotions, their scars on my heart activating when I think of him. GAHH! DEMON! THINE TRICKS OF DARK WOULD'ST REACH THIS FAR INTO ME! Into my mind, into my sight, making me think he is sending me hearts, that he has made it to Heaven-NO! IT IS HIM! Oh nephew, as I had promised, I think of you every day. Your soul lives on within my fading memories. Oh Destin. My sweet, sweet nephew, my first nephew, how i've lost the emotion of sadness and tears when I witnessed your funeral. Ahh I still remember it as if it were 5 minutes ago, ahh funerals are so boring, no emotion to spill for passing time all I can do is stare at the floor. How old were you when it happened? 4? Yes, 4. That was many years ago, you'd be 8 years old now. I picture you watching me up in Heaven, answering small prayers I ask for rainfall on a clouded day, or a sign of heart. Even he cannot touch you nephew, you were so young, still at the age of holy innocence. Of course you'd make it to Heaven, ahhhh my dear nephew, I even feel gusts of wind sometimes balling up along the palm of my hand and across my arm, as if you were holding my hand. T'would make sense, you were, after all, born in October- a month of wind. Maybe when its my turn to fall, that I have not sinned enough by him, to stand next to you once again. My nephew, are you there? .....yes. Kh13, I am sorry for babbling on like this, I just must ask, is it religion that follows these signs, or just my pure insanity getting me once again? Answer me this, that is a wish from a scarred heart and mind.