I often find myself wondering
if there's anyone else who sees life the way I do
If there's someone out there
somewhere
who silently caresses the edges of memories with their fingertips
Hoping to leave imprints of their soul on them
if even for a fleeting moment
Someone looking for a way to say
I was here
You may not have heard me
You may not remember my face
But I'll carry you always
I was here
Jun 16, 2025
Jun 16, 2025 at 1:43 AM UTC
I often find myself wondering
if there's anyone else who sees life the way I do
If there's someone out there
somewhere
who silently caresses the edges of memories with their fingertips
Hoping to leave imprints of their soul on them
if even for a fleeting moment
Someone looking for a way to say
I was here
You may not have heard me
You may not remember my face
But I'll carry you always
I was here
