life is a journey, and it’s just that. it just is and we just are. threads weaving together and apart as life goes on, an unending timeline of salt and sugar, home and joy and pain and blood. we fall and fail and fly too close to the sun, land on the moon, kiss our lovers and tell the stories of the past. nostalgia is a burial ground for memories and we unearth them often, we feel their bite and dwell on that feeling. the feeling we had in this exact moment of time, the place where we decided to remember it forever. and we will not be forgotten. even when our bones turn to ash and our bodies are in the ground, headstones weathered with lichen and a whole new world moving without us, we will prevail. in words and stories, in that very feeling we once carried to our end. it dwells in the hearts we touched, the places we changed, the hands we held. because we are never truly alone, only lost in ourselves. but our ghosts will remain as memories and warmth and immortal voices-the sounds of cries and laughter. for we may one day bade all goodbye, but the souls of our history live on in newfound wonder, they shall never fully die.