One of the books that the kids and I read over the summer was They Both Die at the End by Adam Silvera. It is a gorgeous, gem of a book set in a reality where people know the day they are to die and can, therefore, go to their final rest with some sort of sense of closure. Lady Chatterly had a hard time with this book because she was attached to the characters from the first page, and knowing that they were going to die at the end made her grieve their loss even before it had occurred.
For me, though, knowing that you are going to die on a particular day is not all that different from knowing that you are going to die some day.
I spend a lot of my time fighting death. My body frequently betrays me, and I never know if I will walk into a situation that will end me. I spend part of every day gasping for air, struggling to walk without falling, and trying not to be my own worst enemy. So this song is my attempt to grapple with the impermanence of things -- life and love -- that we fool ourselves into believing will last forever.
Me with my pretty dolls You with your military men We could fight dragons with flowers We knew how to play pretend You with your quick draw gun Me with swords that never bent We thought we would live forever Yet we'll both die in the end
You with your indecision Me with my sad chagrin Sparkles pulsing while We seek out oblivion We say the words we need to say We know how to play pretend We thought we would live forever But we'll both die in the end
Ring around the rosie A Pocket full of posies Ashes to ashes We all fall down We all fall down We all fall down We all fall down Ashes to ashes to ashes to ashes Ashes to ashes to ashes to ashes Ashes to ashes to ashes to ashes
Time is money Time can fly Love is fleeting And love can die
Cynthia is a 50 something mom to 2 talkative, creative, whirling dervishes. They're not feral. Honest. Just homeschooled. In her free time, Cynthia enjoys being a hot mess whose neuroticism makes excellent song and story fodder.