Dead is gone. Never see again gone. Never hold again gone. I hope I said "I love you" enough because I sure can't do it now gone.
It's not you. I can't perceive the dead either, and their memories fade for me too.
I don't mind the idea of dying someday myself, any more than, when I was four, I minded the idea of sleeping sometime. Just not yet; I know I'll miss something good if I go to bed now.
But I hate like hell that the people I love have to die.
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branchandroot
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Date: 2011-10-25 02:56 pm (UTC)It's not you. I can't perceive the dead either, and their memories fade for me too.
I don't mind the idea of dying someday myself, any more than, when I was four, I minded the idea of sleeping sometime. Just not yet; I know I'll miss something good if I go to bed now.
But I hate like hell that the people I love have to die.