Thoughts of a Funeral

I woke up crying. Dreams of a funeral, not of mine or anyone I knew. Just by chance I was there. Or rather, not chance, but driven there by the complications of my own life.

I woke up crying, with no real reason, just the simple realization of the cruel realities of the world. I wanted to do something for her, truly wanted something more, but as I searched for solutions I came up with nothing. I was the kid who always had a solution, but here I was. All I could offer were my silent thoughts, thoughts that would never surface to words, words that would never reach and be heard. I had to smile. A smile that held the cruel opposition of my mind. I understand it says, but it simply never was about me, so I smile, words never to be spoken.

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