The whole purpose of the day,
is finding the reasons to attach
adjectives at the end of it,
to things, experiences and to us.

It has to be good,
or it can turn out to be awful,
but it cannot just be,
if it is – how do we justify it within?

It, alas, will not be remembered
if it is just that unquantifiable existence,
a fading memory, a random thought,
it needs to be described, to be remembered.

Those born are celebrated
those who die are remembered,
and in between the celebration and the commemoration,
they are delineated, by adjectives.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s