"I was scared. Not of being dead, that I could not comprehend, to be nothing was impossible to grasp and therefore nothing really to be scared of, but the dying itself I could comprehend, the very instant when you know that now comes what you have always feared, and you suddenly realize that every chance of being the person you really wanted to be, is gone for ever, and the one you were, is the one those around you will remember."
Monday, June 1, 2015
There are things precious to me that have come and gone. There were times when something could have been done about it and times when nothing could be done. The familiar thoughts seem to take their time to leave my mind. But I'm never sure if they've even left at all. And then I wonder, when I think these half ghost thoughts, if their originals had even been there at all, all those years ago.