There is a theory That when you die your whole life flashes right before your eyes I don't really understand how something so long can be flashed in mere seconds But it's not the life you think you lived In your final moments what you see are people The people who cared It doesn't matter if you've ever met them or not I don't know if it was the last time I saw her But it was someone I felt connected to I've never met her I've never seen her But tell me to describe the face, and I can write poetry on it She was not like everyone else And when I was there lying on the ground Her eyes were stuck on me Not in sympathetic or romantic way Neutral Just lying there, looking at me And in that moment I felt a strange connection A connection that you feel with the people you love And those silver locks of hair Like she was blessed by the thunder god himself That lock went from ...