May 2018
i occasionally wonder
why i am here if
all i'm going to do
is die.
then, i touch a flower,
i see someone smiling,
i hear music, laughter,
and i remember why.
why i am here if
all i'm going to do
is die.
then, i touch a flower,
i see someone smiling,
i hear music, laughter,
and i remember why.
the confusion of being alive and remembrance of why it's important.
