life
dangles on a string
in front of the faces of the weary
one may choose to grasp it
and feel the warmth grow within them
fly on a rollercoaster
going up
going down
never becoming steady
or one may choose to let life fall
to cut the string
and feel the warmth disapear completely
the coldness taking over
until one can breathe no more
only then can one be truly dead
Saturday, September 13, 2008
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