i always know what i've left behind me but soon i may forget... the future sometimes seems uncertain... maybe even short lived... even in this broken exhistance and dying body there is never a friend i do not carry with me or a lover that i forget... the damage i have done... my soul remembers... I have been mortal, and some part of me is mortal yet... I am filled with tears and hunger to be more than i am...i never know what lies ahead of me... some times i think one day it will be my own body that i see... and soon it to will be left behind as well... i fear not of death but embrace it with all in which i do not take it but wish to taste it... though i cannot weep... i regret... i cannot cry on the outside anymore... no matter what life throws at me...all i can do is smile
