"Dying...
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels like real.
I guess you could say I’ve a call."
– From Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath
Im dedicating this blog entry... to one deeply lost soul... hoping that one day, she might gain light into her heart again... instead of losing it at all... to the "big black void".
I seriously doubt it... but one can always hope?
