not my photograph…
This usually happens, when someone’s DEAD, and the rest of those whom s/he knows are trying, to remember her/him…
A look back, at his best moments, well, what IF, this is the person who’d been too god DAMN FUCKING selfish, NEVER done ANYTHING for anybody ELSE BUT himself, someone who’s a NOBODY to EVERYONE else and anyone else? Then, is there a need, to look back, at HIS best moments?
A look back, at his best moments, but W-H-Y? Oh yeah, ‘cuz he’ll NEVER have ANY more moments AGAIN, he’s ALREADY DECEASED, hello, hello, hello??? Anyone NOT get that??? A look back, at his best moments, because we all want to believe, that the DECEASED had left something behind for others to find in the world, and that, would be the traces that proves how important that individual is, but hey, can you actually, be someone to EVERYBODY? Of course N-O-T!!! And, do you KNOW how many people ARE in this GOD DAMN F***ING (maxed out, remember???) world that we’re all residing in right now?
not my photograph…
A look back, at his best moments, because that, is how he hoped to be remembered by everybody who knew him, without knowing, that RIGHT after his funeral, as those who knew him get inside thie cars to drive away, he had become, like scattered ashes in the wind…
Life, the Obstacle Course 