the fiddle that cried over the man who died.
8 handsome young men carrying a casket.
seeing but not feeling. pushing the wet thoughts away.
being the outsider once again.
and not understanding.
how one life comes into our hearts.
and one goes out.
that's all there is to it.
:( This is beautiful. I almost cried. If I were more of a cryer i probably would have cried cause its that beautiful. I just don't like crying, so even if it deserves to be cried about, its hard to because when my eyes well up i try to blink it away.
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