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[aid] => mick
[title] => StillLife
[time] => 2007-12-08 02:13:56
[hometext] => Even when things go wrong, do your best and smile.
[bodytext] => I've gone out walking each night the last 4 nights because I felt like I was missing some part of me. I brought my camera tonight because I knew what I had been missing. I was out in search of life. I didn't want some superficial California Dream, but truth. I had just seen my friend, so thoroughly innocent and beautiful, slowly die in front of me on her hospital bed... and make me ask what there is to life. I left the house with curiosity, not anger or grief. I desperately wanted a reason for it all. I did some thinking while I walked. Everyone's always said I was a man of few words. I'm not, though. They're just all inside my head. And in my head I told myself that... maybe she died - And she wasn't much scared, when she did - To help me understand life. I couldn't help but smile as I walked, even while tears were forming in my already red, waterlogged eyes, because I realized that life Was in every breath, every step, every laugh, and every tear. From her, I learned to always move forward, Head up. And to do my best. And that, if I did, it would always be good enough. - I didn't take any pictures tonight. What I wanted couldn't be photographed like some still life. It's what happens on the inside... In each and every person. I think I'll go out tomorrow night, but not to find life. I think I'll go out to celebrate it. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 305 [topic] => 21 [informant] => TheSpiritx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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