Collection of Literature [2018]

Death, Dying, and Grief I

Here is my quite brooding introductory.

Passed on a True Story

The roof was gone. No where to be seen. It was apparent the boundaries skewed exponentially. Now left with Alger laying in bed perplexed. That loyally devoted family of his no where near. He was puzzled at the stars with his thick rimmed glasses peering for insight. This truthfully left the spunky nerd with no words. Not even "Wow", or "Magnificent". Only silence. A dreadful silence teasing nothing but the unknown. What swept the roof off? No. What were those stars doing alone in space? How is there so much open room in space? It overencumbered enormous blank space. Sound unable to pick through such emptiness. What was in it's deep? God? Nothing? A pig getting butchered? Questions, questions, and more questions flood amongst Alger's silence. Closest answer anything could have is faith of an absolute answer. The terrifying part is the unknown has no true answers, only replying once oneself has submerged into the mysterious marsh.

Never to return from judgements clasp.

The curiosity of quiet Alger grew. Sticking his hand up in the air. Snubbing away certain stars. Feeling this selfish urge to soak up all that contained property. Those fingers stretched deep in the white bit sky. Alger's whole arm forcefully stretching into a black void. The hole of the everlasting unknown. Deep in space. So deep, not even satellites reached these grounds. Alger was not suffocating, or losing control. He only reached point zero. His mind numbing with the blackening and forever growing void.  Questions became nothing. Clothes became nothing. His body stretched out. Contorting into the black holes whim. Elongated, his appearance meant nothing. His silly willy sticking out wouldn't draw attention. Even if desirable. The unknowns gateway seems to be tolerant to love.

As seen with Romeo and Juliet. Dying together. Tolerant of expressing true love and going blunt with shallow suicide. Crushing that beautiful original aspect of human nature. Alger did not need his glasses. Sight is for the blind. A almost always clouded sight, creating unanswered questions and never ending conflict. Millions of men, women, and children have died over the centuries. For what? Insensitive sight. Which has always asked the unknown questions. Only for no answers to get solved. Only more perish to its black light, and driving the insensitive vision to grow mad. An insanity repeating this cycle with loss of happiness and life. So Alger's glasses were flung from his head. The tips of his toes glazed in the murky depths of the black hole.

Colliding with entry. Sensing new unfamiliarity. Alger had no feeling in the void at impact. Although in the deep subconscious, a cold may seem to arise. Blooming into ice. Broken by the crushing foot of a small child. Running to his school, panting. The sweet thing ran through the cold, wearing those thick glasses as snow fell. Blue sky faded darkly. Everything coated in white, gray, and black trees. The trees had no leaves, all washed away by the harrowing winter. This smart little boy looked at these trees upside down once. Realizing they looked like roots. So even if dead, could life bloom as it's metaphoric creator? The boy, he opened the mind with comparing nature like that, he— Alger was it? He reached the door handle, placing his mitt tightly. Swinging the door. Viewing the familiar classroom he has shared for half the year now. Feeling warmth. The subconscious getting greeted to a fond nostalgia.

The unknown flashed a comforting log cabin orange. Alger viewed upon kin. Pretty children, tall children, blissfully ignorant children. Playing with toys at free time. Boasting of how they have this and that. Alexas exclaimed a intriguing point. That she had a ice snake in her backyard, causing a reaction amongst the kid clan. Each trying to say they had something crazier. So cute. Bluffing for fun. These attitudes can carry over with the amount of nuclear weapons leaders possess. Though children are the innocent. Purely being competitive and curious. Treating the unanswerable questions with kindness. Able to be malformed like dough by having this generosity. Alger remembered believing in Jesus Christ. How he died for their sins. From a young age, it took his mind. Hooking him to the prays. Leading to pleas for the unknown to retort back.