Wednesday, May 13, 2009
After I am gone...
A moon that is almost full comes up the horizon as I make my way back home. It seems to spring out of the silvery sea to feel the warmth of the wind's kiss, I gasp at its beauty, the beauty of that moon that finds me here, full of fear, suddenly aware of my insignificance... of the triviality of my existence, for what would really change if I were not here? That moon would still rise, that moon that looks now so soft, so strangely near, and its light would still make everything look nice, The...
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