Bobeelina

Fear. I read a lot about it, but What am I afraid of? I don't know. I have no idea. I would fear the future, But why? When the future isn't now. I would fear loss, But there is no kind I haven't experienced. Should I fear the dark? Even though it's peaceful? Should I fear oblivion? Even though it's inevitable? I can't be fearless. No one is. But what do I fear? Do I fear not having a fear? Maybe I fear fear itself. Like Mr Potter. Maybe I fear finding out. Maybe I should stop thinking about it...

Granddad, I love you. I love your smile, Your stories, Your distinct craziness, and sometimes, Your stupidity ("Just half the biscuit" "Granddad, there's two") You were my motivation to play, You were what made church Bearable, even though I don't believe anymore, I lost faith, 22nd of December, 2010. I cried so hard. I don't remember what mum said, I just remember the tears, Sobs raking my body, As I hugged my sister and we cried For you. Hogmanay was awful. The church was too quite, My cousins reserved, Trying to hold back the tears, I wanted to be strong for everyone. I nearly managed... Till they carried you out. I don't think I stop

It is like a scratched CD, Torn in places like, An old certificate. But it is beautiful. It's been ripped into pieces, And taped back together, It's been cut through the middle, And sown back up. It looks like a dragon, Ready to burn the village to the ground, Then fly away, like Nothing's happened at all. Her soul is complex, Changing, shifting. It evolves every day. And it is beautiful.

They stretch for miles From your back. Those bare, broken Wings. Your wings are bent, They've snapped in two. But flutter on, They always do. They lift you up, And hold you when you Fall from the Sky. But now your wings are slowing down, They twitch, They twist, They droop. They hang loosely at your back, Tickling your bare toes You can no longer fly You're chained to this earth And it's destroying you.