08-20-2012, 03:41 PM
Twice in a fortnight my family's gathered to celebrate birthdays.
Today I heard a cheer through my bathroom window;
other families are having other celebrations,
and so the unimportance of a single life is proven to me.
We are all born, then loved or hated, then die,
from the cruellest monster to the frailest girl,
spinning like dancers through barbecues and tea parties,
a little older each time. Nothing is immortal or alone.
Today I heard a cheer through my bathroom window;
other families are having other celebrations,
and so the unimportance of a single life is proven to me.
We are all born, then loved or hated, then die,
from the cruellest monster to the frailest girl,
spinning like dancers through barbecues and tea parties,
a little older each time. Nothing is immortal or alone.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe