Posted by Susan47 on February 3, 2005, at 16:24:49
This will all be like a dream before the dream. I'll forget your face; even now the features are becoming indistinct, blurred. There's great fear is allowing myself to say this, because I don't want you to disappear. You were, you are, important.
You need to live forever. If you live, you who listened to me, you who heard me, you whose heart I tried to impress myself upon, if you live, then I live.
You never tried to impress yourself upon my heart. And yet, somehow it happened, against your will, without your permission or acknowledgement. You exist, and because you Are, you impress yourself, and my soul responds to those things in you which are beautiful to me. They are things you cannot hide; no matter that you try.There are things that are out of your control, yes. You know that, of course. You've always known that, it's what makes you wise and able. Able to take what you can use, and leave the rest.
The rest ... the parts of me that open and close,
breathing when you talk, dying when you're silent.
And you are So Silent.One Day, I Will Be Free.
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