Apr 3, 2021

Even a star eventually explodes.

Grief. Like swimming across an ocean.

Grief. Like measuring every tree in a vast forest. 

Nothing lasts forever, friend. 

Even a mountain will wear down, with enough time. 

Even a star eventually explodes. 

But this grief I carry? 

It seems so huge, so powerful, 

And I have carried it far. 

Oh son, how fine it was 

When we used to hike the Yuba River trails. 

Together. 

Together. 

Now I am alone, and so small. 

-jobe


There is nothing that I feel the need to prove, and no one to prove it to anyway. There is just the next thing that happens. I can live with that.

-jobe







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