This is one of the strange paradoxes I’ve expierenced in the grieving process. I’ve learned that the things that I so wanted to last forever don’t, but at the same time they do. It is this conflict that makes going forward so difficult. You have to acknowledge that she’s gone before you can live life again but you can’t let go.
If what they say is
‘nothing is forever,’
Then what makes
(What makes? What makes?)
Love the exception?
“Hey Ya”
Outkast
Things are really getting wierd if I find the lyrics of Outkast insightful, oh and by the way, why did I just now realize that the Outkast video for “Hey Ya” has a casket in the center of the stage as if the scene is a funeral?