This morning I read your name for the very first time.
The sad thing is, any other day, I would have just seen a name.
But today I saw a cinderblock on the vital organs of those left in your wake.
Laying heavy in the mouths of those trying to remember the
importance of breathing, of moving on.

Today we are forced to remember that no one is ever just a name.
You were a heartbeat. A soul.
A vibration of the universe that felt anger and pain and love.

Someone should have told you that, the night you tried to find wings.

Whenever i look at the blue sky... I feel so small and blessed at the same time. And the same question keeps bothering my mind...
Am i lucky?
Born in my own time... Place... Family... Just simply being where i am and what i am now....?
I am just one of billions of people moving along with this planet around the sun.
I am not lucky.... I guess...
I just happen to be here...
Genetic rule... Universe rule...
Limited by time and space...
Happen to know people that i know...
Another fifty years and i'd probably not be here anymore. Neither would people that i know. And very soon we'll be forgotten.
Our memories linger still... Unnoticed...
Like dim light of a star being outshone by other brighter stars.
Nobody can see it. Not because it is not bright enough. But it is too far.  
Filling the infinite and vast voids out there.
In another dimension.
Somewhere beyond our thoughts, believes, and comprehensions.
I am what i am where i am...
I simply am...

I stand here as a woman,
as a stubborn girl with pride.
I stand here as a college student,
one just trying to get by.
I stand here as a writer,
with no words to heal the pain.
I stand here as a mother
with two angels to my name.
I stand here as a testament,
to every failed suicide.
I stand here as a story,
where it goes I will decide.