Song

When I am dead, my dearest,
      Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
      Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
      With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
      And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
      I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
      Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
      That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
      And haply may forget.

            -- Christina Rosetti

sara

I've been making quite a few trips to Aurora lately, and every time, I pass by the turn into Sara's old neighborhood. It's been odd, because I just bought a Death Cab for Cutie CD - which reminds me of her, because she was the one who introduced me to Postal Service. And through pure coincidence today, while surfing the net, I came across a profile of her sister, on CouchSurfing.com. Ah well. It's just interesting, because I don't regard her as one of the people I knew very well back in high school, but looking back, I did hang out with her a lot in the summer before college started.

Sometimes you just have to talk about the inconsequential things, when life starts to get overwhelming.

I <3 you, Nikki.