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And sometimes I wonder, was it a day like any other day? Was it a night light any other night? What was it that made her go out that evening? What did she think about?
It's difficult to understand people sometimes, but even more difficult to feel what they feel. How did her life really feel? After all of those years, after her family, and her child, and everything that had come before it, how did it come down to one night?
Did she wake in the middle of the night? Was she up thinking into the late hours, as we all knew her to do? Sometimes drunk, other times sober, she'd always be up. And we'd always think she was crazy for trying to keep us up and talk to us. But what was really there? What was so terrible about the nights? What was so terrible about the dreams? What was so wrong with the world?
But the tree was there. The answer was there. And forever, we will be left with nothing but questions. I hope with all of my heart, that you have found an answer. And after so many years, and without a single answered question, I guess I'm finally saying goodbye.
It's difficult to understand people sometimes, but even more difficult to feel what they feel. How did her life really feel? After all of those years, after her family, and her child, and everything that had come before it, how did it come down to one night?
Did she wake in the middle of the night? Was she up thinking into the late hours, as we all knew her to do? Sometimes drunk, other times sober, she'd always be up. And we'd always think she was crazy for trying to keep us up and talk to us. But what was really there? What was so terrible about the nights? What was so terrible about the dreams? What was so wrong with the world?
But the tree was there. The answer was there. And forever, we will be left with nothing but questions. I hope with all of my heart, that you have found an answer. And after so many years, and without a single answered question, I guess I'm finally saying goodbye.