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Nov. 26th, 2005|02:26 pm |
"Maybe this is all there is."
This seemed to be the unspoken consensus.
No one saw each other for who they really were anymore. Now they're all just each other's puppets.
I'm shaped by your expectations, just as you are from mine.
"Maybe this life is all we have. And when we die; people will look at us and touch us, but we won't be looking or touching back."
Seeing corpses does little but remind us of the definitions to words no one ever uses when they're exuberant with life.
Decay. Embalm. Mortality.
But that's all it takes. It's petrifying and destabilizing in and of itself.
"You grow old, but your life is already over. And once you realize this, you understand all that's left for you is to pass life on. You'll never see youth again, so you recreate it through your children. It's the saddest attempt at immortality ever conceived." |
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