I’m going to die one day.
And I’m not going to have any words for the people I left living.

I try to say them in the moments
The words..
And all I hope is that everyone will remember them.
The way I remember things.

But my Mother always told me,
That my heart isn’t for everybody
And that I have an over active imagination.

So maybe I’ll go.
Maybe I’ll go,
And leave everyone with a moment.
Because if that’s my purpose
I will use this life has a sheet of paper
And I will scribble down
Every second that has ever meant more
than just a moment to me