What if I were to fade away tomorrow?
Would you miss me?
Would you care that I was dead?
Or would you thank your lucky stars that I was finally gone?
Or would you just not care? Live life with the "don't know, don't care" regime?
Who do we live life for after all? Ourselves? Or the people we love?
Would you miss me? Or would you move on? Would you write a poem when I was gone? Would you cry and press you lips as they trembled? Would you hate yourself for not having said the things you wanted to? Or would you just not care? One soul less, how does it matter?
The smoke shall blow me away, my ashes running free in the ocean and the free air emancipating my soul..
The spirit shall run free, once again!
Listening to: What Sarah said by Death cab for cutie. I love the song! :)
