2 entries one night.
I lay on a street, a crowd gathers, my heart is slowing down, i am dying. I collapse I am drawing my finaly breaths, the world which i know is about to fade to black, or whatever awiats us beyond life.
What if, when i am about to draw my last breath, the entire world goes silent, and everyone on the planet is able to hear my last words. The world is silent, and what i am about to say will stay in the memories of every soul which exisit. What shall i leave them?
My entire life is filled with words, words which inspire, which brings out every kind of emotion known to man, words that sting, words that embrace like a blanket that was just removed from the dryer. So what shall i say?
In war, the most common last words were "Tell my wife that i love her." The most common last words in the movies are "Avenge my death". The most common last words of a person on death row about to die is "I'm sorry". All of which brings out differnt emotion in my heart, but what shall i leave?
I know that i will leave a legacy and memories to people who know me, but what if people who have no idea that i even exist were to be able to listen in on my words of ispiration, what could be told that captivates all of which i am, or which i have felt, or what i have seen, or of the things i have heard. What could i say? Is there a sentence or a word that is known, which could do all this?
I have no one to impress buy my final words, what is about to be said is turth, of everything that i have lived for and live for. Which words would i feel are adaquit for such an occasion?
I ask all my readers, to think of what there last words would be, what could sum up there existance in one sentence or less. Something which inspires all, an leaves them with the longing to truely know who you were. Take a moment my friends, and truely think.
I lay on a street, a crowd gathers, my heart is slowing down, i am dying. I collapse I am drawing my finaly breaths, the world grows silent and all ears are focused on what is about to be said. A tear falls from my eye, lives on my cheek, and dies on my lips. I let air swarm my lungs for the finaly time, and with that breath, my finaly breath, the world will be able to hear me say. "My name is Nolan".
11:36 p.m. - 2002-08-22
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