I thought for once I’d start here. So often these days i make brief and flirty appearance on Instagram say some nice things to the world then off i go. Today is different. Today is today and it will never come again. I HAVE to gain strength on my own. There is no hand on my heart i trust anymore. The last love i felt hurt me far to deeply to give my heart away again. Id never truly loved someone I’d never met or touched. She came during cancer. Held my heart each night. Was there with a kind words eachday. Never a kiss or touch to confirm chemical connection. Just trust. Or what i thought was an understanding there of. Here is my heart and soul at its most close to death that it has ever been. Looming just over deaths door eachnight as i waited for the next days treatment. Would i wake? would my body and mind be strong enough to pull at the chain leading up to the light? Each time she was there to give me that final hand up. Someone to show me that even with Parkinson’s disease that even with cancer and at the time surely looming death (i wasnt supposed to live through cancer 25%) but i did. It wasn’t my time so said the Lord,Allah,Set,Horus,Buddha and Gia set me free. Saw my soul and chose me to have value on this rock so I stayed.
This love left me skinned alive. The walking dead i never wanted to be. I’ve never feared love, only the aftermath of tis depature. Now i feel as though i fear the love itself.😭😭😭
Afraid to extend more than clincal hand. This body and mind knows your body and mind like a machine. Like trained professional learned in the ways of the heart and soul of menders and benders of time and space. But to let someone in…. I breath in hesitation where there once was fire. I pause in my heart as this body does in real life. I had never thought to believe that a love like ours was real.. Then when i was convinced that it was. I was so excited to dream again. To think on the otherside of this vast blackness that lay before me eachnight there was hope for a better day. And just like my driver when i was well enough to walk on my own i suddenly found myself alone. No shooting star, nor gentle butterfly kisses. Just darkness and greedy hands or those in dismay that i’d lived through the ordeal. Its laughable to think of their faces. “Oh shit, he didnt die.” “and I didnt even wish him well when he was sick.” People wonder why my circle is so small now. It’s by choice. I chose only those who showed my real human kindness and compassion during treatment. Anyhow time to go spread some sunshine. How does the song go? ” Come on along get happy, time to put on a happy face.”🎶💔🎶
Why you wonder would i fill these pages full of such honest pain and then leave on a tone of sunshine. Why? Because my life isn’t important anymore. The gift of Kindness given to world is worth more to me than my own happiness. This mind and body are done i expect nothing from anyone. I ask nothing in return sans that maybe with my passing will remind someone somewhere to be kinder to others than the world is to them. For without selfless givers the world will fall out of balance because the takers are blind and will drink the world dry if you and others like us don’t try eachday to make this world a better place for those who in need.
All my love for all of my days. Benjamin M Prewitt. “A life in progress.” 2017 Namaste.