A tear falls from marble cheeks
Day by day, week by week.
And every day, with moments gone, passed away,
The memory of he who sleeps forevermore, lives.
On shoulders, a weight no scale can weigh.

This, this poem is to Rohan, whom I didn't know, nor even met. I think, if I actually came out and said that I was really sad about him dying, the people that really knew him would get in my face and start screaming about how I didn't even know him. At least, they'd resent that fact that I thought I was sad, while compared to them, I couldn't possibly even be on the same scale.

But, honestly, I think my sadness isn't really for him, but for the people who knew him, who are sad. I can feel it, like a shroud, just suffocating some. And for that, I'm really, very sad. I jsut can't help it.

Ever had that feeling where you know if you stop and think about something, you'll get so caught up you'll never want to move again, so you jsut keep yourself going, by any means possible? It was a day like that. I knew if I stopped and actually thought about anything, I would be sad and melancholy until I got going again... So I didn't. I'm very good at hiding, even from myself... Years of practice. So, I drank a bottle of Mountain Dew, and couldn't form a single coherent thought for the rest of the night... Yowsah. Way to be hyper, blonde, thoughtless.