what now?
To see the world in a grain of sand,
And Heaven in a wild flower.
To hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour. ~ William Blake
When I leave this place what will people remember?Will they ponder my last words and try to desipher them? a big funeral or a quiet burial? will my name live on forever in the art of my life i've created? Will it fade to gray from the brilliance it was? Will he notice I'm missing? Will the he finally know my name? Know the things I dreamed when I looked into his eyes? Or the things I said when I thought no one could hear? Who will know my last words? will my silent confessions be revealed?my privacy decieved?my thoughs prodded?
Who will whisper sweet nothings to me as I wake?Who will gaze into my tired face and tell me I'm beautiful? Who shall enter the depths of my soul and know what really dwels there? Who will be the one to strike the final chord? Who will be my first real love? Will it be my last? Who will break my heart and loose the pieces? Who will glue it back together? Who will leave me bleeding on the floor with a knife in my back? Who will kiss my eyes and and watch me sleep? Who will leave me alone? Who will be there to sit beside me? Who will hurt me?Who will save me?
nitey nite