Monday, October 26, 2009

A Warm December With You


I was born in a hospital. I breathe in oxygen, and other pollutants that reside in the air. Ignorance - and piano music, is bliss. I think writing letters are one of the best ways to communicate with someone. It's like having a one sided conversation by writing with your thoughts, and dedicating it's entirety to someone else. You can't re-live anything, and you can't feel "alive" because you already are. Someday, you will die. And I will die as well. Life is inevitable, but it doesn't have to be.

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