where does a person past his/her sell-by date go?

its a mirage...and a mirage doesn't sustain life...it only tempts and titillates to kill life...

there are memories...and then there are waves...they just keep coming...coming back...

Life is pleasant
Death is peaceful
It's the transition that's troublesome

dnt noe whu sed dis bt its nt bad...

time stands still...the river stands still...the shadow stands still...its death that lives in neverland...

one year, two months and ten days...nothing has changed, never will... but who cares when time is pulled apart by ephemeral and eternal in two opposing directions.

the smoke, the darkness, the loneliness... got so many things to fill up life. isn't it?