November 17, 2013

Bloodstream

I didn't expect that I would attend a funeral in Sydney.
We saw him the day I arrived. 
He died 3 days after.
I was speechless for an hour.
We were all shaken for weeks.
The loss of family from those around you is sudden. 
We wore black to signify grief; but we also wore a burst of color, 
for me, my bag and red lipstick, to celebrate the vibrant life of the one we lost. 

I didn't expect that I would cry a lot. 
I cried for his daughters.
I cried because I am a daughter too.
I cried for his son.
I cried because I saw his hurt
...and his love too.

Mark took this photo after the funeral. 
My weary smile reflected his weary eyes.

Wherever he is, we know he is finally free and happy.

This song captured my feelings at that time:


"Bloodstream"


Wake up and look me in the eyes again
I need to feel your hand upon my face
Words can be like knives
They can cut you open
And then the silence surrounds you
And haunts you

I think I might've inhaled you
I can feel you behind my eyes
You've gotten into my bloodstream
I can feel you flowing in me

Words can be like knives
They can cut you open
And then the silence surrounds you
And haunts you

I think I might've inhaled you
I can feel you behind my eyes
You've gotten into my bloodstream
I can feel you flowing in me

The spaces in between
Two minds and all the places they have been
The spaces in between
I try to put my finger on it
I try to put my finger on it

I think I might've inhaled you
I can feel you behind my eyes
You've gotten into my bloodstream
I can feel you flowing in me

I think I might've inhaled you
I can feel you behind my eyes
You've gotten into my bloodstream
I can feel you floating in me

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Listening to: Bloodstream by Stateless
Loving: Sebastian Michaelis
Watching: Kuroshitsuji II

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