Day 399: for clara

10 things that remind me of my grandmother

1.
the ocean
how it always seems to come back
but never for long enough
that each wave
is just a reminder of her beauty and strength
and each riptide a remind of how fast everything can be gone
and how isnt it is to be lost

2.
the frets of my fathers guitar
how they are bent
rusted
beautiful
never replaced
the sound of the song rather bend themselves to new shapes
in old age
everything changes
why should we fight it by upgrading
i do not understand humanity most days

3. the broken ceiling fan
its basically a picture
a faded memory
something that doesnt work anymore
doesnt breathe
everything seems hotter and harder now

4.
thunderstorms
how they cannot be seen
but surely felt

5. every scar that i have managed to lose over time

6.
the turn of the century
how being so close
make you feel so much further away from making it

7.
failure
to
stay

8.
every time i touch a kamaka ukulele and heard a a savage guarden song

9. spirits
flying
aliens
twins
late night movies
fireplace
wet hair
showers
cold volcanoes
distance

10.
the words i'll never learn to say
never fold around my tongue
the way an ilove feels when it isnt returned
loneliness
broken pieces that you cant bring yourself to pick up