Wednesday, February 25, 2004
i would weep but i could not...
it's all over now. he is gone. gone... forever. and who would have me cry? what can tears do against such overwhelming sorrow... against the keeper of life... against death.
All is gone... his body. his spirit. his life. naught remains but ashes... ashes and memories. MEMORIES... what can they do? they are nothing. mere wisps of what was real. what was reality. memory cannot hold back his laugh, cannot walk into class and conduct a lesson, cannot scold us and encourage us. No... memory is nothing. a static thing. dead and numb unto itself... in time, even memory will be gone... his face will fade from our minds' eye, his voice, a shifting sense of what is lost.
All lost.. all for nothing. all for the sake of some greater plan we cannot comprehend. what pointless mockery of sorts is this?? give him to us and throw him away. some game perhaps??!!?
choked and cold. numb and old.
a dam of tears within me rushing against control... fighting for out.
the pain... oh the pain and the hardship and the sorrow...
a lament for the dead...
i wish i could run. RUN... far far away from here. away from what awaits me, what hounds me... away from fear, sadness and trauma. away from uncertainties and confusion. just get away from it all
away......
i must find peace... i must get back to myself... i must....... i must............
what?
12:55 PM