Wind Octet

There are no doors
No windows
Where we are
The black air stops me
Seeing how you look like
As you sit on the chair
Sipping the cold tea
I can only imagine your face
Reflected over an old map of innocence
There is nothing to say now
All that had to be spoken
Is spoken for
The non-words fill the landscape
With stillness
The beautiful dead bodies
Are floating outside the city limits
Taken away by tides.

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Aristotle

What will happen with my Facebook account when I die?
Will Facebook inherit my photographs, friends, preferences, statuses, history and, ultimately, my life?
What will happen with my Facebook friends when I die? With what I left behind, in my haste? Will they die too? Or will they just keep being friends with me? The dead me.
Will my Facebook friends still like me online and post their love letters and say good bye and hello to me?
But me, when I die, will I get to keep my friends, the alive friends, and take them with me?
Will my friends be dead too or alive?
If they alive, me dead.