Dear Simone,
Three months…
Three months till
Ten months since
I’d rather relive the news about your passing than letting it become a whole year without you
I will forever be in denial
I will look for you in every corner of the world
till the day I die I will not accept your death
you’re still here
“I am condemned to be free.”
— Jean-Paul Sartre, Being and Nothingness
I hope and begged for her to not mention your funeral but she did and that mean you’re gone.
they said goodbye, to your body to your soul
which means you didn’t fake your death
but I wish you did
“Happiness depends upon ourselves.”
Aristotle, Nicomachean Ethics
Dearest Simone,
I refuse to acknowledge that you’re gone
You are somewhere
just not in this world
or this universe
just another time, another dimension
Missing you will be the hardest part of moving on
living with the knowledge that you’re not here is worse
Today I want to wish you a happy birthday
32
and today will be 4 months
I grieve you in my lonliness,
I guess I will never fully heal if I refuse to speak of your death
I am afraid it makes it more real
You’re still and always be alive in my head, I will continue talking to you, imagine you…but everything will be in my head
I find comfort in believing that everything we imagine, can think of — exist and happens in another universe, maybe another dimension or timeline.
If I can imagine talking to you, somewhere in the universes — there is us enjoying life together
when everything collides — and the world, the universe and all dimensions are aligned, can you please cross over and meet me somewhere nice and peaceful?
“Accept it without arrogance, let it go with indifference.”
— Marcus Aurelius, Meditations (8.33)
I guess today is my last goodbye to you
I just can’t comprehend that you’re gone
you’re not alive
in this world
I want to see you, I want to meet you
hug you, kiss you, see you smile, laugh
I just want to see you being you Simone
but it’s impossible
it’s impossible
impossible
rest in peace angel 🤍
#givenchy backstage show (Scattata con Instagram)
vasuki-blogEvery year, unknowingly, we pass the anniversary of our future death.
ohsocrookedI don’t like this..
“later that night i held an atlas in my lap ran my fingers across the whole world and whisperedwhere does it hurt? it answered everywhere everywhere everywhere.”
— Warsan Shire
isabella-fiori“I still remember the feeling I felt when I first started talking to you.”
— (via pinktsunamii)
Simone,
I don’t know what to say
I don’t know what to write
I don’t know if I am grieving you or I am just sad because our time will never come
Please visit me in my dreams
Tell me what to do
