dancingyel | i wish i were a real poet

i just read a poem in russian that was sad and lovely and wonderful and i wish i could share it with you guys. but, alas, i'm not poet enough to translate anything that beautiful without destroying it. to summarize, though, it was all about how each person is his/her own world and even when we think we know everything about them, we really know nothing at all. and when anyone dies, a whole world ceases to exist. yeah.

so it got me thinking, actually, about the truth of that, and how we don't really know anyone fully. and it's both good and sad, 'cause on the one hand, it means you're always learning something new about the people you're around, no matter how close you are to them. on the other hand, it also means that in some way, everyone is a stranger to each other.

and now that i've gotten slightly sad and nostalgic, i shall go back to work. yes.