Viva Theerose

'I write because I know how, it’s how I breath, it’s how I know. It’s my weapon of all weapons, drawing the silver linings to clouds, giving pictures a meaning and colors definition. I write because I think, I think too much and do too little. It is within my burning soul to write and somehow find answers in between those lines. To tell a story, maybe a survival story , maybe to record that I was here and I too somehow made up this universe during my time. Let me write… let me breath. ' Amanda

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Remembering

Its been 15 years since my mother past away. I miss her, I wish I got to know her more but unfortunately I didn't. The more years that passes by, the more I miss her. It was real disrepectful for that lil niqqa to say something about my mom and dad. Feel like 12.9.1995 is being played in front of me all over again. I don't cry for anything but as I write this and remember that saturday morning that she turned to face the wall, never to turn back tears flow from my eyes. I have no heart, dad was half mom was the other half but both were ripped from my chest. It's an empty space in my chest. Remembering them both today well I remember them everyday. Gone but NEVER forgotten.
R.I.P. Mom '95
R.I.P Dad '07