Crack

Often times, death brings on the urge to move something. This unfulfillable need to shift a heart, a nation, or even a point of view, but either way- it's there. I like to believe sometimes that I caused that. While I watch down on those who loved me, those who cared, but never showed it until after I passed. I like to imagine that maybe I'm the reason they shifted into a new person.

Why they changed.

But if you saw someone, making the same decision you had, would you stop them? Would you?