The Living...

"...better start living, or better start dying..." --Steven King

I've found recently, that although I am a person of feelings, emotions, and substances (sex, love, urges, etc.) I'm no more a "person" then what society dictates. If I want to be more, to myself, to anyone, I have to earn it. It can't be given to you. Someone once told me that, "...life is in constant motion, always circling it's beholder with visions of things to come. If life was to jsut give you these things, you'd never move forward to reach them, you'd just eventually fall flat on your back from being bored..." I tend to agree.
To all my "living" friends out there....I say this:
I wish you all good luck...you have embarked on a crusade that I myself would not. You are taking a road that is full of bumps and bridges that are already burned. Remember me, if you wish, for I'll always welcome you. You are my friends...
To all my "dead" friends out there....I say this:
Kindred spirits it seems we are. Bound by the pains and fears that control us...the demons in out pasts, and our minds. I am ever bound to you, as long as you wish me to be. Maybe we can find the road togeather, but I suppose not. I'll always be a friend to you...and good luck to us all.
To anyone else....:
Write me, tell me who you are if you wish. Tell me I'm wrong with what I write, tell me I'm right. Tell me what you think, I'll be most grateful. Just be you, as I am myself to you....
...Goodnight.