We as human beings want to be remembered. We carve our names into trees and bleachers. We post pictures all over social media just so someone else can validate our existence. So, someone else can confirm to us that we're alive. We fear we'll be forgotten. We don't visit our great grandparents' grave. In fact, we don't even really say their names. And one day that will be us. The trees will get cut down and the bleachers will get painted over. But maybe we're not remembered physically but we're remembered through love. Without my great grandparents love I wouldn't be here today. And maybe that's all we are a collect of people who once loved. And maybe they see parts of them in me and in that way we truly do live forever.
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The live's I've lived
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
