the moment that chests are visible despite the clothing
that moment when we realize that balloons
don’t fly up to heaven as an offering to the ones we love
and often end up to choke the turtles in the ocean.
that moment that we realize powdered cement is dirty
and rocks are only rocks, nothing special about them.
that moment we realize
the skies have layers
and the stars are only hot balls of gases
not the people we love watching over us
constellations do not symbolize your friendships written in the sky, three stars in a line’s the Orion’s belt
not your friendship marked for eternity.
throwing ashes of your loved one into the ocean is simply disposing of the ashes of your loved one
and that doesn’t mean as you take a bath
they’re hugging you through the water.
that moment you realize you think you knew what happens after death,
and you’re comforted by the fact that they’re in a safe place now
but no one really knows.
we haven’t been there.
we know that they’re ashes.
or they’re six feet below.
we don’t know.
we might know soon, there’s just really too much to learn.
and the more we know, the sadder we get.
life isn’t really all sparkles and magic.