Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste, 
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then ‘tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity.

There’s this conflicting spirit haunts my body randomly. Confidently, it strides in like a ghost, who forgot it was trespasser. The spirit reminds of my fear of being forgotten. To walk into a room, say hello to someone, and realize that person won’t even recognize you tomorrow. It’s that feeling of never being good enough, mundane and overly shy. When I die I wonder who would remember me? What would they remember me by? Would they even realize that I’ve even been gone, missing in their lives. Or would I be merely a speck in someone’s expanding perspective?  

Death is such a painful and emotional period for a family. It manages to withhold control of one’s emotions, and lose focus on other event’s. Everything reminds one of the person who they lost, whether it’s a building, or a song. Personally, seeing my father going through the lost of his brother haunts me, I see his tears when I think randomly of family events, and I hear his sobs whenever I see cars passing by. It’s taking a toll on him badly. I can’t stand to see it. 

Then, out of nowhere, she a tinge of sadness wash over her. She was in love with someone that was dead, she mastered the act of not caring, and she defied her emotions. Furthermore, there was no certainty in her life, a comely girl with lack of direction. Excluding, her crush, there was no one worth stepping over boundaries for. He was the focal point of her life, god taken him away from her, and left her with nothing. She did have people in her life though, people who desperately loved her, and wanted her to change her. At times she is happy, rarely, and it vanishes fast. She’s looking for closure, she just doesn’t know it yet, and she can’t break free.

-Amanda Lee 

Listening to her music, hearing her voice drown my soul, makes me miss her even more.