Don’t tell me it’s not a fatal illness! – Part 2

March 20th 2021: 3:45am. Can’t shut this tragedy off, can’t sleep or shut off this ruminating brain. Time to write. Surveillance footage on Tuesday March 16th 2021 showed the suspect, Robert Aaron Long, arriving at Young’s Asian Massage, a massage parlor near Acworth, and sitting for an hour in the parking lot before entering the building […]

Don’t tell me it’s not a fatal illness! – Part 2

Beautiful Old Age

It ought to be lovely to be old to be full of the peace that comes of experience and wrinkled ripe fulfilment.

The wrinkled smile of completeness that follows a life lived undaunted and unsoured with accepted lies they would ripen like apples, and be scented like pippins in their old age.

Gentle, old people should be, like apples when one is tired of love.

Fragrant like yellowing leaves, and dim with the soft stillness and satisfaction of autumn.

And a girl should say: It must be wonderful to live and grow old.

Look at my mother, how rich and still she is!

– And a young man should think: By Jove, my father has faced all weathers, but it’s been a life! ~