deadmans theory
06-28-2009, 05:35 AM
walking through the mahogany double doors for what awaits ahead for our family. It felt as if everyone was stiff as they gazed upon our black clothes. their eyes bloodshot as if crying and never stopping. The taste of pepper mint rolls in my mouth to hold back the tears. The smell of the stuffy building around us. Whispers of everyone telling us they're sorry for our loss. Our hearts are broken but soon to be mended. We walked so carelessly and slowly to the black ans silver box. Gazing upon who we used to know and love. saying our goodbyes hoping one day to meet again.