life flows on within you and without you
today i was cleaning my bathroom, and stumbled across a crumbled peice of paper, that was a printed out news report covering my friend dixie's sisters murder. . . it had been discussed, and hashed out so many times prior, that i felt i was entirely numb to it. . . but, for some reason, as i read this i began to cry unceasingly, and experience it all over again, as if it had never happened... but, from there. . .it turned from despair for her brutal death, to mourning for every tradgedy, for each person and their sorrows, for our poisionous society, for my own losses.... it was like i was finally able to fully open myself up to reality, and my only reaction was to sob.