So many things left unsaid, yet none would escape her lips. Through her fingers they spoke; Sadness tugged at the sleeve of happiness, Pleading not to be forgotten. Bound by guilt and sympathy, he obliged. So always will her memory be woven, And Embedded in the tapestry of our minds No matter how thin the thread, how vague the pattern As long as it stays, untouched and silent Never will it be forgotten
:( death waits for no one. it lingers somewhere along fate's path, ready to devour. however, life as it is doesn't end there. it is just the beginning of another road, another journey. a hidden trail that only each of us as an individual will discover when the time comes. never will i understand the works of god and life, but then again perhaps they're meant to remain a mystery. ************** i never knew her personally, but yet sadness still clings on tight. for me and perhaps some others, life will go back to normal sooner or later. but for those closer to her, for those who love her, i cannot even begin to imagine what they are going through. i know life would never be the same for them. i can only pray that they will somehow get through this ordeal with minimal pain and possess the strength to move on.
