From nightmares to joy

At a funeral of a distant cousin tongues snap while ears are buzzing,
Despised during youth, but cherished as the family members grew older.

A few final words to depart with
So that closure can become closer the farther they get from it.
A bit of rejoicing breaks through as they follow behind the hearse

Sweet good byes welcomed by a potential that was non existent during its existence. And why? Everyone held on too tight, everyone ran to it to escape this life.

Now at the funeral everything becomes real, feelings for living in unlimited transition to the other side. This is where we rejoice while looking over an empty casket.


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