Rage against the dying of the light
then, i stumbled upon the inspiration of it all, Dylan Thomas‘ poem and it hit me. it hit me hard. the piece’s words packed a kisser that unnerves the heart and mind into contemplation. I almost cried.
these were the words that really reverberated within me.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
now, i miss my dad.