Hear the beating of a heart.
Hear it stutter? Hear it start?
Watch it as it falls apart.  
Taste a flavor far too sharp.
Touch the pieces of my heart.
While it's still beating....
With darkness retreating....
Then, maybe...
         the bleeding...
                       will stop?

Ezra Schwartz  
Oct 1, 1997 —  Nov 19, 2015

The dice of terror
Was cast that day
Young Ezra’s life  
Was taken away

He went to Israel
For his gap year
To study at yeshiva
And volunteer

During a Mitzvah
To feed some soldiers
The van was ambushed  
By Jew hating ogres  

It mattered not  
They knew not him
Or that his heart flowed
With Simchas Hachaim

To those you touched
You were a young Mensch
To all who knew you
Your loss is immense

Young Ezra Schwartz  
I’ll never know you
For they took you away
For being a Jew

But what they don’t realize
You’re still here with us
You’re everywhere you smiled
And in everyone you touched

From the top of the world, to it's bottom depths. It's never enough it's always less.
Life is a game some people play,to one up each other to live that way.
Success isn't measured by any degree, by any posesesion or tangable need.
It's by the want of what others and what they percieve.
Even a king is little better than a pawn, just remember after checkmate in life the game goes on.

‪Please don’t forget me when you move on and you are happy again.

I know I caused you pain but we spent so many months laughing. ‬

It’s hard to imagine being whole without you now.

I love it when I cry
my eyelashes look pretty