Lacrimosa
Lacrimosa, spare me, I am in love this song by regina spector. We keep on unburying our dead, we keep on planting their bones on the ground, but yes, they won’t grow, well, if only death was just a disease and there was something to prevent it, we would not have the urge to unbury the dead in the first place.
I dreamnt about death last night. When I woke up, pillow was full of tears. I honestly do not believe in dreams and their meanings but the dream was really horrible and it was as if life was no use at all because we all die anyway.
And it was as if the dreams were the reality and the reality we live in were just dreams..but then in my dream, death still exist and it was as if their was no prevention for death at all.
Spare me, if only we could unbury death and be happy. like how we unbury memories after realizing that they were worth keeping than burying deep down into the core of the earth……
And this time, I realize that sometimes emotions are more physical than the physical…..so spare me!
