(On Twitter, I tweet every Sunday, “It’s Sunday. Listen to Jeff Buckley.”  The reason why is I view Sunday morning as a very reverent time, and his music carries that reverent tone to it.  He inspires Day 19.)

Start here, and listen to everything he’s ever made.  Rest in peace, Jeff Buckley.

The toughest part about letting someone go is convincing your heart that you had to let them go.
For awhile, your burden feels heavier because there isn’t a partner there to help.
Each memory, an iron plate on the bar that I try to lift to exercise that demon.

Amnesia of the soul is a self-inflicted disease.
A brief deterioration to refurbish.
Not to restore the spirit to mint condition
But to rid it of conditions no longer healthy.

Sensations leave the skin like imp
Peace is a holy incantation that your body sometimes rejects
Because it remembers how the first kiss healed
Everything
In order for self to believe medicine is now poisonous
We trick our hearts into surgery.
Whatever the sedative
Alone time
Writing
Crying
All the above
We feed it into the bloodstream while we make an effort to forget.

Trust the physician inside you
Though it feels like you’re collapsing into yourself
You will be better
You don’t have to become a black hole.
You will shine once again.