Walking around a cemetary in Denver I started to wonder. Who was left to be sad for the child that died in 1888? who was left to be sad for the man that died in 1905? the people that died, long ago. where even those who were sad for them, have long since died aswell? In my theory there is just this circle of sorrow that goes along with the circle of life. someone dies, and someone is sad for them. when that person dies, someone else is there to take on the sorrow and feel the weight of it. Is there just an endless cirlce of sorrow? or are these people eventually forgotten, even by those who swore they never would? how many people that swore they'd never forget me, would a year or two after I died? Does everything just lie there, unkempt and unwept for once the family line dies off? The Cemetary got my mind spinning, I have relatives there that i didn't know exsisted. But I couldn't feel sad for them, because i'd never known them. to me they were just skeletons in the ground that i would've liked to know, but never got the chance. So who is left to feel sad for the people that they never got know? Who is left to take on that burden, that sorrow for the people that died so long ago, that no one knew? My question simply is, Where does the sorrow go, once it dies off?