I always think when i walk into their house, he'll be there, sitting in his old green worn out chair. Sadly, as i walk in, its empty. Collecting dust. The chair is like an artifact, everyone wants to touch it, but they're afraid if they do, it could hurt someone or something. His death is in the past, but he will live on forever. I just wish i could hear his voice again.
Created: Jan 17, 2012Katherinemarie Document Media