I'd be lying if I said,
'Dear I haven't died before.'
Those bittersweet goodbyes,
when you turn your back...
Those moments in turn may blow away like ash.
A lot of these journeys are to build yourself,
conquer the stranger you face in the mirror.
We need to sit alone in lamp light...
Sip tea alone in the dark, covered in rain,
feel the essence of our beating hearts,
feel the cold radiate from the tips of toes to our cracked lips,
give thanks to those that came before us
who walked back out that door
to those who stayed and continue to give us more and more
thank you to those who added to this experience
our lives are just random moments strung together into a time frame
that sum up another being attempting this weird concept of existing