Just live.

This was taken from another blog that I was reading about two days ago and it brought literal tears to my eyes.

You know, I've always thought about dying. What would happen if I died, what would the world continue to be like, would I be missed, would my presence have meant something in the world I was in, what would I have left behind as my legacy.

And then I read this.

Taken from another blog that I follow, this man quotes Gabrielle Bouliane, a poet who passed in early 2010 and she had this wonderful flowing paragraphs of things to say.

It rolled easily off the tongue. I imagined it as a voice-over script by someone with a deep voice, etched with physical and emotional scars and as he spoke, the gravel tones of his voice would roll like passing thunder. Comforting with the metal tinge of rain.

As this man rolled a cigarette in his weathered fingers, he spoke matter-of-factly and ran the tip of his tongue over the edge of the ciggie paper. Kitsh, went the lighter. The light crinkle of paper as it caught the flame.

When you hear that I have died...


A deep inhale, a sigh of relief.

Just go ahead and read the link. That's the meat and potatoes of this blog post for today.

Tootles.