Wednesday, November 12, 2008
You used to talk to me, _________.
You used to lean on me, _________.
You used to walk with me, ________.
Can we get this back to how it used to be?
I used to reach for you, _______.
I used to listen, _______.
I used to follow you, ________.
Can we get this back to how it used to be?
i seriously do cherish this friendship a lot and i know you do too. I'm really thankful and glad that you talk to me about things you struggle and you are really open about your life. I'm glad that i do play a small part in your lifeDeath is the most beautiful phase of life. You have flashbacks, of the good times you had with your family, your friends. You feel joy, elation, happiness. You probably felt you were the king/queen of the world at that moment. Death helps you re-live that fraction of a second, that great feeling of triumph.
Death also helps you to be humble, whatever awards you get, whatever trophies you may want to collect, it will turn into useless metal and wood. People may wave a exam certificate in your face and yell at you "I have FULL As, you've got jackshit!" And when that happens, you can confidently smile at the guy and say "Your As won't save you from dying will it not?" You have the satisfaction of knowing that no matter what other people achieve; become President of the United States of America, get a Lamborghini, get a million dollar job, you know that they will be equally like you in status quo. Ashes in a Urn. That's your new status.
But the best part of death, is simply the end of all suffering. The end of all pain. The end of all agnoy. The end of all hurts. The end of all hatred. The end of having to live a treacherous life.
This my dear friends, is the best part of death. The end of all things bad.
And incase you are wondering, yes I have fallen back into that pithole called depression.
knock knock; - 5:40 AM;
