May 26, 2010
we live so much each day that there's too much to tell at the end of it. why does it break my heart that nobody will know all the beauty i saw? i waded in rivers, lit fireworks with a child, walked in the sun with my dog. who can ever know but me how amazing it was? i will take it to my grave, not because it's a secret, but because it's my life. you're born alone, you die alone; we all know that. but you go through each day alone too, and that one they never told me.