//hearing aid: where do broken hearts go - whitney houston

apparently, to God

my uncle's dying. his face has changed, his heart beat is so low.
he's on a respirator. he can only hear us now.

i sang him a song. amazing grace. slowly, tears formed at his eyes.
it's touch and go now. even more then before.

before this whole thing happened, he was at church praying and he said God came up to him and said:

"you are 29".

its the 29th today. and we're all praying like mad monks.
my grandma's getting weaker and weaker by the min. she can't even be in the same room as him now. she just watches him from the glass window.

"it's like when he was a baby in a crib. and i stand there watching him from a window, with tears down my face."

after everything, me, grandma and cousin, vienna went over to his place to get stuff for the funeral.
he's clothes, his picture, his emblems.

then there was suppose to be a girlfriend. who he was with for the longest time.
but she left. ever so carelessly and convienently.
he might just die of a broken heart. both physically and emotionally.

and i don't have anyone to go to.
my closest, i have driven away.
my one and only, ignoring me for whatever ridculous reason.
my family, hospitalized.
my God, far away.

and my ear hurts like fuck.