For My Grandpa

~Lamenting the Mourning~

This high and low seems to be the same thing.
When it belongs to another the other belongs to me.
Hearing the sounds that make up life and the unity of the heart, and making up words to describe it, makes life worth living.
The high and low makes my heart belong to another and hopefully the other will oblige.
When it belongs to another the other belongs to me.
Forward and backwards are one and the same. dichotomy becomes the same and the same becomes separate.
This high and low seems to be the same thing.
This high and low defines character and it defines the tear that falls when it dies.
Lamenting the terrible, lamenting the happy, lamenting the feeling of lamentations.
Mourning is the same as living and living is not to bad.
When living belongs to another, mourning belongs to me.
Take out the heart and put it on your sleeve every once and awhile.
You will be glad you did.
This high is no longer a high and this low is no longer a low.
The two become a singular entity that binds my mind to my heart and my soul to the One.
Thanks for the lamenting and the mourning.
I hope this is not another, for when it is another the other belongs to me.