I am here.
I am me.
Why can't you see that?
Why can't the water become a river?
Whay can't the river become the ocean?
If it could, I would wish to be carried out to the end of time.
Someday, I will have to watch my world die.
Sooner or later, all our bad stuff will come get us.
We will be reminded of our destruction and it will be sad because then, all knowledge of our world will die.
We will become a memory of something that won't be found.
The sadnesss of our hearts will die.
Then, there may not even be anything where our world was.
Aliens may find books and start to understand, but we will only become a unknown race.
We, ourselves will die without being heard or seen.
Why can't we be found?
We are a little old jewel in a jewerly box.
What if no one wants us?
We will be left behind.
That is our destiny.
