| May. 16th, 2006 @ 04:23 am The immortal teen... |
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Gah, it's kinda early and I'm still awake.
I just wanted to make a quick post about something that has been bothering me lately, and that would be death.
A few days ago I had this terrible nightmare.
I had visions of the last day on Earth.
Depressing stuff, for sure, but it was still a dream.
Anyhow, death is beginning to concern me more and more because it is so unexpected and all, and I have yet to experience what it's like to lose a friend or relative, and it just seems like the longer I live, the sooner such a moment will occur.
No sense in worrying over death as it's not something that can be stopped, but it's probably something I should try to keep in the back of my mind.
Anyhow, to the main point of me typing this out this late/early.
I just stumbled across this site, www.mydeathspace.com
It reports the deaths of myspace members, and provides a link to their profiles.
Very eerie stuff!
( For example, )
These people may not mean a single thing to you or me, but if you check out their profiles you will see that they were dearly loved by *someone*
Think about that the next time that you feel like nobody cares about you.
I'd like to end this special entry with a special poem
On Turning Ten
-- Billy Collins
The whole idea of it makes me feel
like I'm coming down with something,
something worse than any stomach ache
or the headaches I get from reading in bad light--
a kind of measles of the spirit,
a mumps of the psyche,
a disfiguring chicken pox of the soul.
You tell me it is too early to be looking back,
but that is because you have forgotten
the perfect simplicity of being one
and the beautiful complexity introduced by two.
But I can lie on my bed and remember every digit.
At four I was an Arabian wizard.
I could make myself invisible
by drinking a glass of milk a certain way.
At seven I was a soldier, at nine a prince.
But now I am mostly at the window
watching the late afternoon light.
Back then it never fell so solemnly
against the side of my tree house,
and my bicycle never leaned against the garage
as it does today,
all the dark blue speed drained out of it.
This is the beginning of sadness, I say to myself,
as I walk through the universe in my sneakers.
It is time to say good-bye to my imaginary friends,
time to turn the first big number.
It seems only yesterday I used to believe
there was nothing under my skin but light.
If you cut me I could shine.
But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life,
I skin my knees. I bleed. |
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