Name: Anonymous 2007-02-21 6:37 ID:OYegIxfu
Once, we were able to see within the darkness. We ran through it without being afraid. It loved us and we loved it, and we walked together. We witnessed everything about life. The soft spring rains and the harsh, cold winters. We laughed and we danced, within the comfort of cerulean skies. Our darkness grew, and only then did we realize our memories had faded, and all that was left was to walk down the roads that another person, a person that was ourselves but was not quite ourselves, had paved for us long ago.
We never questioned the truth of the world until the day we saw this. When everything engulfed us as one.
You, do you know that you will die one day? Do you realize that all the memories you have and all proof of your existence will one day be nothing but a skull? Why do all the little children fight amongst themselves when they above all know this deep within? Every day you only decay further.
Your memory is ephemeral and limited. Our memories of the world are incomplete and perhaps can never be complete.
You will not remember this today, but you will remember this feeling. You will feel it again at the moment of your death.
We never questioned the truth of the world until the day we saw this. When everything engulfed us as one.
You, do you know that you will die one day? Do you realize that all the memories you have and all proof of your existence will one day be nothing but a skull? Why do all the little children fight amongst themselves when they above all know this deep within? Every day you only decay further.
Your memory is ephemeral and limited. Our memories of the world are incomplete and perhaps can never be complete.
You will not remember this today, but you will remember this feeling. You will feel it again at the moment of your death.