How much reflecting can I really do? The number of people I have lost in my life to suicide is staggering. The number of strangers I’ve lost just the same. Sure, I never knew Chris Cornell, Prince, Kurt… any of them personally. But so what? They shared their deepest feelings with me. They bared their broken and bloody souls and I screamed back, cried back, roared back “I hear you. I get it. I feel the same way.”
But their pain was their pain and my pain is my pain. We never really know what someone is truly going through.
Bitter. What is bitter? Anything I believe is bitter. It’s all in my head; it’s all in my mind. If I want life to be bitter, it will be bitter. If I want life to be sweet, it will be sweet. It really is that simple.
Bitter. A taste, a smell, a feeling.
Sweet. A taste, a smell, a feeling.
Sweet apple pie.
Sweet Jerky meat.
Sweet honeysuckle air.
Bitter? Not me, not today… my bitter days are done.