And my burden is that all those I've ever known and loved will die and I'll be there to witness it, and remember.
How does one get punished with life?
Can you imagine how it aches to relive countless lives in one's memories? One day you will only be a trace of longing in every thought. How do you imagine I would survive that? You wish that I remember you - I don't.
I pray for mercy, be it silence of the mind or emptiness of spirit.
