my name is poet,,, i am a philip,,, /ref uh yeah i will add to this from time to time 1: down the road, or 5 years ago chestnut locks. something in her eyes akin to rust or maybe seaweed if the light hit right. doesn't -- didn't know how the world worked. and as the ground reduced to shambles beneath her she had no idea. and as her freckled form was made to shrink every day, she had no idea. it was only until another came and took her out of the light so that the sun no longer shone on her face nor blinded her eyes it was then she could see, albeit with impaired vision and sun spots see in the dark. see who laid in it. basked, waited, wondered, hoped, loved. were they still people, or bodies with no purpose? stayed for a while, or maybe forever. permanent marks litter the sun's surface, but it shines anyway. what color does the dark shine? answer: it doesn't. it is not supposed to be seen or heard. 2: and even after everything after every tear shed after every hour spent after every cut and burn and scar after every affirmation after every word and whisper after every closed door and open opportunity after every wasted night even after everything i gave i will still lose. i already have. 3: most will say i deserved it you will say i deserved better. most will say i died a coward you will say i died brave. most will say only one person died you will say only one person stopped breathing. most will say i went to hell a few will say i went to heaven but you will know i was reincarnated. you aren't yet sure what i've become and you aren't ready to know just yet, but you will be willing to find out one day. and you will know. maybe a familiar face a laugh or a smile a butterfly that lands on your head a squirrel that looks at you a little too long and you will know.
