musings...
What will happen when there is no one left who has heard my name? I suppose it is then that we are truely forgotten. Its a sad fact really... to throw away your entire life, no matter how profound, because eventually, you will not be remembered. It makes you feel kind of hopeless... When you think about it, there is no cycle either.. its merely a spiral so closely woven to its outer ring that we cannot differentiate between the two. *laughs* and people wonder why I am so odd... who the hell else lets their mind wander to such things at four thirty in the morning? Written April 18th, 2002 © on Apr 17 2002 09:31 PM PST 10 • 0
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"What will happen when there is no one left who has heard my name?..."