Silence and Sins

Remember me.

If there is one thing in this world,
that I love more than food,

It's those pages.
pages where words are weaved,
where their joys and sorrows are handcrafted,
where every emotion even though it comes alive,
it's dead.

Where people write

To be remembered,
to get lost,
to forget,
to forgive,
to help,
to share,
to survive
...to matter.

Every person is different.

every mind thinks different,
every heart beats different,
every body works different,
every soul lives different.

but funny isn't it,

that yet here we are,

Agreeing. Feeling. Knowing. Understanding.

Just what those lines mean,
written by a single person

because we've all been through it,
...haven't we?

And even though,
I know that it's selfish of me to ask this of you but,

...please remember me.