What an outrageous lie. Of course they cry, looking back on a life that once seemed to go on forever - and when fear and anger are gone, all that's left is bittersweet nostalgia...
Sometimes I too feel this nostalgia, and then before my eye I see that boy staring back at me, he who once made my days a little happier. Just like that time he's gone now, dead as can be.
But for a moment, we looked back together, looked back on passion and pain and the once naturally feeling that it all would never end...
Dead boys do cry. But their cries remain in silence...
