an echo
It makes me sad when I click on a friend's diary and a new box pops up, asking for a password.
I feel a bridging gap between us, a gulf as wide as the oceans, and suddenly their voice is a faint echo that silently mourns existence.
It's sad, because to think that these people once were brave, courageous souls who shared a piece of themselves with the world; and now they hide in a corner, shrinking away from my touch.
It makes me sad, because I will never see your vitality again, will never be there to witness the passing by of your brief beautiful life.

2010-10-26
11:14 p.m.
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