if i am to pass away without my final goodbye to
you.
look at the flowers as you walk by.
look up at the stars and remember all the long nights.
remember me as i was
not by the constant of the number on a calendar.
mourn me in peace
grieve me in small moments.
because if you truly loved me
you'd know I'd never want to see you sad.
8-1-24
look at the flowers as you walk by.
look up at the stars and remember all the long nights.
remember me as i was
not by the constant of the number on a calendar.
mourn me in peace
grieve me in small moments.
because if you truly loved me
you'd know I'd never want to see you sad.
8-1-24
Are we human because we gaze at the stars,
or do we gaze at them because we are human?
When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun
Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them
i can hear the stars scraping against the sky
Gazing up at the stars makes me reflect on how small and
insignificant I am (and gazing up at their bodyguards, even more
so).
