Chasing The Sun

The End

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" It's a really old city split between the dead and the living and I thought to myself sitting on a graveyard shelf as the echo of heartbeats from the ground below my feet filled a cemetery in the center of queens as I started running the mase of the names and the date some older than other skycrapers' little tombstone brothers with manhattan behind her 3 million stunning reminders built a cemetery in the center of queens you said remember that life is not meant to be wasted we can always be chasing the sun so fill up your lungs and just run we'll always be chasing the sun so how do you do it with just words and just music to capture the feeling that my earth is somebody's ceiling how do you deliver in sound the weight of the ground of a cemetery in the center of queens there's a history through her sent to us as a gift from the future to show us the proof more than that it's to dare us to move to open our eyes and learn from the sky from a cemetery in the center of queens you said remember that life is not meant to be wasted we can always be chasing the sun so fill up your lungs and just run we'll always be chasing the sun all we can do is try and live like we're still alive it's a really old city split between the dead and the living so I thought to myself sitting on a graveyard shelf and the gift of my heartbeat sounds like a symphony played by a cemetery in the center of queens you said remember that life is not meant to be wasted we can always be chasing the sun so fill up your lungs and just run we'll always be chasing the sun all we can do is try and live like we're still alive all we can do is try and live like we're still alive. "

I come here every day to read her headstone. I run her name over and over in my mind until my head spins and tears burn on my cheeks.

I play with the ring on my left hand where my 4th finger meets my knuckle. Reading the name over and over again.

Lillian Rosseta Larson.