the one who died...didnt you cry?
the thing about this is that no one cried. not one tear fell, not one bridge burnt. this guy payed for everything he did. He deserves our tears, and in the end he'll burn. this isnt the thing we're here for. you cant stand to give this guy one tear but u can sure as hell say u'll miss him. the kind of thing that will ensure that u go straight to hell. why did this happen to him? why not you? and why now? I often stop to think what would happen if the things that occur do so for the reason of creating this tension. But no, the truth is that no one realy cares were it all goes, and no one will be there when it leaves. If you dont know what im talking about by now just stop reading and put this away, close the window, and get off my page. the tuffest thing about telling you all of this is that most people have left and stoped reading by now. The death is not a mortal one, and the tears not on ure face. this is the kinda death not seen, and mourning that only u know is going on. i dont talk about what i cant speak of and feel, but i cant say i have. this is about you and me...the entire world. this is about the death of a culture. the death of a way of being. it'll be all gone... ill cry...will you?