my life began the day I knew I was going to die
and the day I died was the day I knew my life had truly been lived.
but I kept living.
in the hearts and minds of the people I loved, the people I despised, and the people who I wish I could have meet or glad I didn't.
YOU ARE READING
Ne Decorem
Poetry"Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?" - Virginia Woolf
