when i'm dead,
no one will remember the little moments
between the big moments.
and if no one will remember them,
then i'm free to do anything unextraordinary,
like walk on benches
in the spring sunshine,
and talk to the birds
and tell them my secrets
and smile.
Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 3:53 PM UTC
when i'm dead,
no one will remember the little moments
between the big moments.
and if no one will remember them,
then i'm free to do anything unextraordinary,
like walk on benches
in the spring sunshine,
and talk to the birds
and tell them my secrets
and smile.
