by Neesa Suncheuri
This positivity is you.
I see my chances change.
My negativity leaves as
We speak and we exchange.
My fears of past are challenged now,
By healthy, better ways.
No longer am I paralyzed
And frozen in a haze.
by Neesa Suncheuri
This positivity is you.
I see my chances change.
My negativity leaves as
We speak and we exchange.
My fears of past are challenged now,
By healthy, better ways.
No longer am I paralyzed
And frozen in a haze.
This is one of many, many pieces that will be written about David Bowie in the coming days, weeks, and months. And, as such, even as I type this, it feels slightly redundant. But, at the same time, it feels absolutely necessary – as contradictory as that sounds. And that’s why I think so many pieces will be written about him: because so many people feel that it’s necessary to say something. Because we’re all feeling this profound sense of loss for someone most of us never met. Someone who has no connection to our lives. How can you feel this way about someone who had no connection to your life?
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I dreamt of Samsimeon again last night. He occupies my every thought now, night and day. And each time I think of him, I feel myself move one step closer to my own death. Not that it frightens me; it’s been a long time coming and any fear that death once held for me has long since dissipated.