August 18, 2010

black as a starless sky.


RIP POP 
you were an amazing man. ♥

There's something strange about death.  In a sense I find it extremely comforting, it reminds me how sudden life can be taken and how precious this life is. But death must be so beautiful, to leave this world behind and exist in another world where everything is so peaceful and quiet. You lie in soft brown earth with the grass waving above your head or you look down from the bright blue sky knowing that your memory lives on through the lives of the ones left on this somewhat destructive world. For a long time you were on the brink of death balancing on the thin line that exists between this life and the unknown and now you are truly a free spirit.  
♥ ♥ ♥

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