blooming in january

Do you ever just ache? I'm talking a melodramatic ache.


Ache to create something; yearn to feel emotions and cry the almost end of the movie breakthrough tears. As if something incredibly important is down in your gut, waiting to come up and into the light. Do you ever pull away from everyone for the sake of wanting them to notice the gapping hole you left behind.


They rarely do.


Do you speculate who would show up at your funeral. Could you fill an auditorium like the man's funeral I attended today - standing room only in a theatre with two hundred seats.


None of that is right, although. None of it healthy.


We are not measured by the holes we leave in people, but the ones we help them to fill in themselves.

jkh@live.ca

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