Life. 10/20/2008
Silhouette of tombs, Murcia Cemetery
When I die, I want my friends and family to see the thin single line dashed between my birth date and the day I died. In that little line, there lies the story of my life; how I cried, laughed, fell in love, got hurt, was betrayed, won a friend, shattered a bond of trust, renewed a broken friendship...where I truly lived. CommentsLeave a Reply |