you ever wonder if the dead still talk to us?
or that you'll see them again?

have they seen every awful thing you've done, sometimes to deal with their loss, and yet accept you with open arms anyway?

i think people are born where they're needed, some souls are just required somewhere else for other people. sometimes the ultimate power behind the universe decides they're needed somewhere else, the nature of their soul had meaning. i hope i'm never brought back, i am a total fucking failure and usually break people who try to help.