Thursday, July 2, 2009 @6:35 PM
'Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.
Yet even better to never have lost.
A beautiful ending to a beautiful story.
You will read it again in an age's time.
A comedy's sequel is a tragedy, a tragedy's sequel is a farce.
Yet what
is life without love?
The senses flee.
The memories escape.
My weakened spirit,
Disintegrate.
The car speeding from my left to my right,
That same car as before.
And again;
Life plays out like a broken recorder,
As if it were merely dreams
On loop.
Doomsday trumpets,
They blare in my ears like a newborn cry.
The world begs for change.
Let us show them why.