Mostly silent today. It's funny how when you die it's gonna feel like everyone else died too. You should see the bloodred clouds, a blackened leaf in the rain, the waterlogged broken branch with the orange cap mushroom on it, the torn bodies in the ravine and sharp rock, the parade of birds in the soft, old dirt look like little Bishops under a sky full of crashing planes, heaven sent grief and sincere heartache today, there are some memories' death cannot undo.