To burn or to fade

I hear you. Not sure I want to fold up like a leaf, but I am with you on turning down the drama.

Bill Pearse

The flowers are wilted but give off some color still. The morning is damp, the first time in 50 days. You can hear the earth drink, the birds cry, the gutters trickle. All is still, a bough dips under the weight of it. Petals drop like tears, like party favors.

When it is my time let me fade into the couch and go slowly like a leaf curling in on itself, unnoticed, indistinct. Not the drama of going out in a burst, but to fade out like a long sound cue. No credits, take the house lights up slow.

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Published by bradleygillespie

I am just a guy with a disease called adrenomyeloneuropathy. I want other guys with the disease to see the good parts of disability. Not the gloom. Not the doom. Make sense?

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