Lines and circles.

How...is that...possible?

2 weeks... (that's a long time for break but...)
its how long she had to live when they found the cancer.
she was only a freshman.
...in high school.

what exactly do you do, if you know you are going to die soon?

(the power is going to die soon.)
(i keep typing.)

the storm outside mimics my heart.
pouring, a chaotic combination of raindrops and tears,
whirling around in the air.
the wind knocking life around. giving it, taking it.
thunder clashes, like the shock of knowing she will never...
she will never dance at prom, she will never graduate, she will never go to college, or travel the world.
she will never be as old as me. even as young as I am. She will never.

no, I didn't know her...very well.
no, she wasn't my "friend," but she was someone's best friend.
I, maybe, formally met her once. It doesn't matter.

We all wonder why...
is it chance that determines life and death?
is it greater purpose?
is it choice? do we will ourselves to life or death based on our decisions? if so, what decisions, and how are we to know?
is it some simple random sample? an experiment from something greater we don't know?
are we lab rats in a complex model?

when we die, do we die?
or do we live..
in a different form, in a different place?
do we cease to exist completely, our souls discarded along with our bodies?
do we go to heaven, or hell?
what is that anyway?
do we meet God?
or do we find out that we already knew him? in every person, blade of grass, thought, or theory?


i like to believe, that even though I was further along than them in life, and even though they will never see what I got to see, that now they are further along than any of us. Or that they are with us again in different form? or that, at least, that are at peace with the life they had, and whatever is to come.

(RIP Morgan.)


"At each end..."