Eugene, OR For months, I was (subconsciously) looking for the incentive to write-- I skimmed through old poems and stories I'd written, trying to identify with that part of myself once again. I was sad, because I missed the creativity and enthusiasm I had during tho 11 followers / 539 words
Does death tell you anything more? will the dimness of light bring new understanding? does it feel like a dream? are you aware? one has never known but I guess it won't hurt to find out