Megan here. More "extra" posting. Taken aback to find myself (and all of us) here. This time 4 years ago, I was at a dance party in Providence, different than the one Avi had been at. I sent him a text to see if he was going to head to the bar I was at afterwards. And spent time shit talking how he didn't respond long after the accident had already happened. 4 years! So much time, so little time, vortex-ing in and out. I've never figured out how to prepare for dates like today. Commemorating the human, the loss of innocence, the heartbreak, all of it.
Re-posted from Yoav's profile:
Maya Angelou’s ‘When Great Trees Fall'
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.
Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
caves.
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.
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