Mar 15 2007
Blossom
It was strangely ironic, breaking into a graveyard that was surrounded with such blossoming life. Climbing a tree and pondering the death of my mother (something I am seemingly continuously worrying about after finding out she is having her operation in May), whilst my sister-in-law’s belly is ready to burst with life. I guess the perfect moment for me - what with my innate obsession with life and death; growth and decay… In those moments of my intoxication there was nothing but bliss, the soft breeze on my skin and the rustling of fresh leaves all around me.
I’ll be an uncle tonight. Despite being the younger one, and the gay one, I always thought it’d be me that had a child before my slightly unstable brother would be attempting to raise a child.
