Monday, February 26, 2007

The ice cold feel of death. the absolute stillness. the delusion that the chest rose and fell. the pleas for a reprieve, for someone somewhere to press control+Z. the final knowledge that it's all useless.

the flash of happy moments. the shudder that there won't be any new ones.

The finality of death.

Didi's gone.

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