They are gone again
They are gone again.
The flowers. They are gone again.
I place them there every day, at the grave. And every day, they vanish. I do not know why.
There are many things in this world that are unexplainable. Disappearing flowers are not the most strange. Things vanish all the time. Belongings, people even.
They all vanish eventually.
The person sleeping beneath the soil is privileged. They do not know.
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The flowers disappeared again.
I am having trouble placing them there every day. No force prevents me, but the thought simply slips from my mind. I do not know why.
The flowers are red. I always buy red ones. And they always vanish.
Things vanish all the time. One almost gets used to it. A constant in a life already full of constants.
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They are gone again.
…what is gone again?
The grave draws me. I remember the person that lays there in rest. I remember the name scratched onto the stone.
That name can no longer be read now.
That name vanished a long time ago. Just like him. Just like the flowers.
Ah, yes flowers. That is what has gone.
I shall have to collect more sometime.
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They are gone again.
Something… I cannot remember.
What was the name that was on the grave? Why do I stand here, what am I doing here?
The grass is growing long around it. The moss seems to be eating away at the headstone.
I see the shapes of words traced over the headstone. Unreadable, unintelligible.
I think I knew them once.
Flowers?
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I used to keep telling myself something.
I know it. There is something nagging me now as I stand in my kitchen.
Gone again.
…flowers.
What about flowers?
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I walked down to the grave today.
I stood there, staring at it.
Red flowers, placed at its base.
I remember them.
But I did not place them there.
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I had a nightmare.
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I woke up today.
I woke up today and I didn’t know where I was.
I woke up today and I could see the stars. The grass, growing all around me.
I woke up today and there was dirt on my hands and dirt on my shirt and I was sitting in the dirt and there was a box next to me and the box was empty.
I woke up today.
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In that nightmare I could see nothing but a red world.
A dead world perhaps.
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…maybe I shouldn’t have woken up today.
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Strange.
There was nothing in that box.
That coffin. Lying next to me.
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In that nightmare my hands were red.
The stars were red.
The ground was red.
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It is dark now.
People vanish all the time.
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In that nightmare.
My tears were red too.