Lifeline

Sometimes I wonder if that old dream is really far-fetched, or if it actually included a hint of foreshadowing. Sometimes it just feels so right - sad, yes, but right. As if things couldn't be any other way. Not everyone is meant to carry on into the vicarious eternity called life. Some people are simply meant to be, and to stop being when the lifeline wears itself out and the spires of human memory finally crumble. For they crumble, unlike the other kind.

I wonder...