my great grandmother
hello. haven't written in a while now, how is everyone doing, hm? :) since i've been headed towards the poetry direction every time i get a spark of inspiration, i was a bit like- then when does this blog get a chance at posting and stuff:< but i've got it. this blog will focus more on personal subjects. in a way, writing about personal stories in poetry destroys its romance and magic. (i think i've talked about this before, somewhere along the line) so yeah!! whenever my grandmother on my mom's side would give offerings to her mother (my great gran), she would always open a can of coke and set it down her table. i think, with the lack of experiences in this kind of religious... processes, i never thought much of it. it probably wouldn't surprise me if you told me back then, that it is a standard procedure for every offering session. or perhaps it was just something my grandmother has plenty of in her cupboard, so she just pulled it out as a sort of drink off...