Old Friend

Sometimes Im not sure if I am more haunted by everything I remember, or everything my brain has blacked out. To everything I have forgotten - I feel you under my skin, crawling around like a parasite. I resent being your home. yet I've learned resenting the unknown is a fruitless game. I am safe as long as I don't know your name, but know that I feel your presence, as our voices are one.

I think about death a lot.
Natural as life
I’m at peace with Death,
Experienced it in so many forms
A symbiotic existence
One cannot flourish without the other
The end an embrace so inviting, like finally coming home.
So familiar it is akin to greeting an old friend

Cry and grieve for a peace and quiet continually not afforded by fate.
Cry and grieve the realities of being alive, but Death licks my tears,
savoring their salty anguish and
drinks them away, carrying my sorrow as it fades
- tranquility.