While I walk the woods you will walk the edge. Yes, we are both there but you seem more You, even though you will be nothing soon and won't even look like yourself anymore. At this moment you are the most beautiful thing in this world. You and everything around you acknowledges your existence.

You are alive.

This means nothing to the ones that haven't been introduced to this world yet. And neither does it mean to those that already left. But to you. Who will feel it. Who will see it. Who will know it for a moment at least.

You are alive.

Some will cry.
Some will laugh.
Some will forget.
Some will die.

While i walk the woods you will be there. Stuck inside an image forever burnt inside this one that is neither dead nor is he alive.