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well, I actually typed this up for my myspace journal, and as many journals and blogs as I have, I never double post, so this is a first, I don't know why either, it's pretty long and I highly doubt anyone would take the time to read it through, but I just felt like I haven't put anything in here for a bit, so here's my first double post!


Tick tock, there goes the clock. How many more years do we have to live? How long will you live, if your even alive? We fight so long, try to stay strong, but age sets in and it's just the same. Bodies weak, that's all that is, what we got left, is this soul we own. Some days so short, some so long, but it's all the same, in the face of time, cause no matter what our life, we're all just an blink in the eye of time, will it even notice us, who we thought so strong?What will you do, with this draining gift? Hello, there, my dearest friend, are you even there, are you even alive? How do you live, if even that, do you fight against it, do you try to live, or do you waste your time, just waiting it out? Do you look around, do you see what there is, or do you just close your eyes, and dream what could be? What do you do, with this time you have, do you try to stand out, or to just fade in it all? Won't you remember me, I'll aways remember you, you won't be forgotten. But what about me? what about them? What about all those others we've known? Do you want to be forgotten? To just fade away? Was life just a waste, in that shell that is you? Are you there? Hello? Can you even hear me? Do you see me, or just watch me, as I pass by in time. How can you stand to be forgotten, how can that be your goal? Are you even alive, are you even there? Hello, hello, hello, hello. It's all just faded, all just forgotten. How many others, have just gone by, have lived their life, and just fade away? Do you walk by memorials? Do you glace at their names? Carved into stone, for some courageous act, do ever stand there, do you ever read them? Do you ever just stop, to think who they were? Once so strong, once so alive, they fought for us, for someone else, yet they our only remembered, for dying somewhere. Does someone remember, what followed that name? What was that name, to someone else? A friend, an enemy, a lover maybe? Now just faded, in the page of time. Read across those names, how did they live? Was he from the country, left behind someone dear? Was she from the city, lived a life of lights, left no one behind, just faded somehow. Does anyone else, walk down this hall, this hall of stone, and read these names? Do they scan the stone, with tear filled eyes, looking for this name I look at now. Does anyone remember? Does anyone care? Do these names have a story, or is that all they are? Names, names, some look familiar, some just odd, did a child run by, and laugh at this one? Did he live a life, filled of stories, did he live a life just meant to be faded, did she care about anyone, dream about him at night, did she own anything precious, now left in the dust? I read them all, I look upon, I dare not skip a single one, I make up stories, I hear voices never spoken, I read a name and see a story. Do I make them up? Or where they real? Hello someone, do you see me now? Something happening, I don't know what, am I standing in the hall of time? Stone so strong, how much longer till you too fade? The last thing standing, to remember these names. I raise my hand, I continue to read, names in stone, does anyone care? Who carved them, did they cry as they did, knowing with each line came a letter, each letter a name, each name a story, a story once written, now ended in blood. Did they regret what they did? Or was it not enough? I read each name, in case I'm the last. Did they have friends, did they dream of home? Did they even get letters, of when they were gone? Name by name, I read on down, must not forget, in case I'm the last. Does anyone else, come by anymore? Does anyone else, read these names anymore? People walk by, silent and glance, I know they watch, but do they really care? Does anyone care? Does anyone visit, I ask once again, to thing back to these names. Each one was a life, just like yours or mine, each one had a chance, to be something great. Or where they already? How did they think? How did they dream? How did they live, if they even did at all? Soldier, soldier, all dressed up in blue, march on down this hall of time, read these names, won't you please, cause soon you'll be, just a name on stone. Then won't you wish, for someone too, to stop on by, and read your name? My hand long raised, slightly over these names, I rest my hand, on stone long cold, brush upon these names long gone. One by one, I say them in my head, pause each time, to try and see these people. What would have happened, if I had known these people? What stories did they have to tell, I ask again, again and again. People, you live, but what about those who don't? I'm not talking about those long faded in stone, they walk everyday, the speak words to us, but they just walk on by, in the eye of time, ashes already, searching for graves. Are you alive? Will you be remembered? or do you strive to fade, to just be forgotten? Name by name, almost done, I read each one, in case no one has. Did anyone visit, to look at your name? Did anyone come, to shed a tear for you? Did anyone come, just to remember you? To pretend your there, speaking to them too? Did they tell you a story, of those you long lost, let you know their fine, yes, they missed you still? Or our you just a name, long carved into stone, never once touched, by the warmth of life? Name by name, they already fade, slipping from mind, as I shed my tear. I brush my hand upon each name. I read the last one, let my touch linger, I slowly pull away, and look down this hall. No one else is here, I can hear them though, wandering this garden, slowly growing dimmer. I can smell the flowers, all those planted in their honor, but does anyone visit, does anyone care, about these lives now that they have ended? Will anyone care about yours too? Will anyone remember you in a few years? I don't mind a tear, no one will see, no one will dare, to enter this hall. I sit down on the floor, I look up at these names, thinking, pretending, I know them all. Did they laugh togeather? Did they know each other well? Pitter patter, rain drops falling, just like bombs that took your lives, a few screams in the distant, those done in mocker of rain, now they come, now they come to see your names. I look up and see, they laugh and chat, my once silent hall filled with voices so loud. Umbrellas close, people gather, in this hall of names long faded. Echo, echo, of voices not living, of voices not caring, the look at me funny, as I sit with these names. I hear them all, laughter and mocker, echoing in this hall of time, I slowly stand, catch myself glaring. I look upon these names once again. More enter, avoiding the rain, but no one looks, on these names around them. I walk against the crowd. I look one more time, at names that now mean nothing, names someone once spoke and meant so much. Head bowed, in a prayer of some kind, I step out into the rain, and never look back.



Yes, I get weird sometimes, and I just felt like typing up a memory I had, I guess it's kind of long, but it's far from it all. I'm actually surprised if you read it all! ^^