"When we can no longer dream, we die" -Emma Goldman

Friday, January 14, 2011

it always astounds me how quickly death takes one over. You no longer have a name, you are merely a body. You are a photograph on a mantle frame. You are a memory. You are a body to be buried. 
You fall to the ground, no life in your eyes. You remain warm for a short while. 
it always astounds me how insignificant we all are.

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