I see a funeral. These dark days go fast, taken by social obligations, sign papers, be on time, organise this or that, church funeral, people all dressed up in black (suits). All seems surreal, artificial, too bright for such a dark time. Far too many people come to pay homage, though not that much touched themselves. You smile to please and thank people for coming and sharing their nice words to you... you try to care about them but really, all this seems out of place.
Comes the refrain: the person who died, maybe voluntarily seems it sounds like an accusation, broke your heart.
Contrast between the regular pace of the battery, day moves and hours tick, and long background music, long lasting thoughts and pain.
@foreveryoungAL Second possibility: it is a day at death sentence. It doesn't last long, just an injection... and you are gone. Door closes, witnesses are dressed up with suits. Bright neon lamps in the blind room. Surreal as people and the convicted behave, are polite and "just as normal" even in such a tragic moment. But the convicted killed his love. Too much love. And still loves her, even here, in that moment.
@foreveryoungAL Second possibility: it is a day at death sentence. It doesn't last long, just an injection... and you are gone. Door closes, witnesses are dressed up with suits. Bright neon lamps in the blind room. Surreal as people and the convicted behave, are polite and "just as normal" even in such a tragic moment. But the convicted killed his love. Too much love. And still loves her, even here, in that moment.
I see a funeral. These dark days go fast, taken by social obligations, sign papers, be on time, organise this or that, church funeral, people all dressed up in black (suits). All seems surreal, artificial, too bright for such a dark time. Far too many people come to pay homage, though not that much touched themselves. You smile to please and thank people for coming and sharing their nice words to you... you try to care about them but really, all this seems out of place.
Comes the refrain: the person who died, maybe voluntarily seems it sounds like an accusation, broke your heart.
Contrast between the regular pace of the battery, day moves and hours tick, and long background music, long lasting thoughts and pain.
@foreveryoungAL Second possibility: it is a day at death sentence. It doesn't last long, just an injection... and you are gone. Door closes, witnesses are dressed up with suits. Bright neon lamps in the blind room. Surreal as people and the convicted behave, are polite and "just as normal" even in such a tragic moment. But the convicted killed his love. Too much love. And still loves her, even here, in that moment.
@foreveryoungAL Second possibility: it is a day at death sentence. It doesn't last long, just an injection... and you are gone. Door closes, witnesses are dressed up with suits. Bright neon lamps in the blind room. Surreal as people and the convicted behave, are polite and "just as normal" even in such a tragic moment. But the convicted killed his love. Too much love. And still loves her, even here, in that moment.