Quit staring at me, lady. These tears are for Bowie.
It’s January 10th. I woke up this morning much the way I did exactly a year ago, unaware of what the day holds. Only, this time round, I didn’t collapse in tears.
I couldn’t tell you what I did a week ago, or even two days ago. But I remember – painfully – exactly what happened a year ago, where I was, what I was wearing, where I was headed for the day, all of it. And much like one year ago, the eyes blur from salt water and my skin shrinks against me, as though my body is trying to hug itself out of mourning.
Today deserves no cake, no fanfare, no smile. Today is a day the music doesn’t die, but rises like a phoenix given life by all it’s followers.
Today we mourn the loss of David…