Nov 07, 2008 05:47
I dreamt I was dying - as I so often do. And when I awoke, I was sure it was true. I ran to the window and threw my head to the sky, and said: "Whoever is up there, please don't let me die."
But I can't live forever, I can't always be. One day I'll be sand on a beach by the sea. The pages keep turning - I'll mark off each day with a cross and I'll laugh about all that I've lost.