Its a hard task to seek forgiveness from a dead person.
So does that mean we give up?

We sit here in our sheltered lives complaining about our superficial values, seeing not what we should but what we want. When did our soceity become so blind to the important?

But then, the most important thing to ask ourselves, like always;

Why?


Look down; the gound is always crumbling. Look up; the stars are all exploading. Its the last day on earth. In my dreams? Its the end of the world, and you've come back to me, in my dreams.