K.S.R. Burns

I would like to disagree. I would like to argue. But that__ the problem with the dead. You can__ fight with them, you can__ reason with them, you can__ prove them wrong or yourself right, beg them to choose you, to stay with you, to love you more than death. They are gone. They have left only a big black ugly gash where their beautiful vibrant selves used to be. They no longer give a shit.