a dear old man i knew passed away on sunday and i just returned from his wake.
while many paid tribute to him, reminiscing how he would tell his countless stories, recite his endless poems and how much he cared about the people he knew; i couldnt help but cry. i was thinking to myself, "why is it that i don't seem to have power to command my mind to stop making the tear ducts act up". i dont think i remember that tears could actually flow so unceasingly and easily until tonight. he left a legacy of love.
i wanna leave mine too.