January 12, 2011 § Leave a comment
i can’t even imagine how to begin,
the things i can explain
have no definite ending
and no legit beginning
i am trying to understand what hapens when you die
and when you leave behind other people
don’t you wish you were with them
are you THAT happy to have disappeared- THAT content with your choice
that you never long to stay back here?
you never desire to touch or talk with that person again?
and for those that are left behind:
how would you even deal
knowing that the last time you remember of that person
is the last time you ever saw that person
and so you sometimes regret some of the things you’ve said
some encounters you’ve had
wouldn’t you have been kinder
wouldn’t you have cried on her arms
instead of yelling at her then run away crying?