Being with her I feel a pain like a frozen knife stuck in my chest. An awful pain but the funny thing is Im thankful for it. Its like that frozen pain and my very existence are one.The pain is an anchor mooring me here.

Most things are forgotten over time. Even the war itself the life-and-death struggle people went through is now like something from the distant past. Were so caught up in our everyday lives that events of the past are no longer in orbit around our minds. There are just too many things we have to think about everyday too many new things we have to learn. But still no matter how much time passes no matter what takes place in the interim there are some things we can never assign to oblivion memories we can never rub away. They remain with us forever like a touchstone.

If you remember me then I dont care if everyone else forgets.

Youre afraid of imagination. And even more afraid of dreams. Afraid of the responsibility that begins in dreams. But you have to sleep and dreams are a part of sleep. When youre awake you can suppress imagination. But you cant suppress dreams.

Youre afraid of imagination. And even more afraid of dreams. Afraid of the responsibility that begins in dreams. But you have to sleep and dreams are a part of sleep. When youre awake you can suppress imagination. But you cant suppress dreams.

I dont dream. Come to think of it i havent had any dreams in a long time.

Its all a question of imagination. Our responsibility begins with the power to imagine.