after death after everybody is there the memories are thought of of the good times like the mirage and kids the grand kids you spoiled your loved ones move on when they die the same will happen to them that's just life and death
A shadow that is just there No one knows why Just there Watching And listening Taking in the light left by others Wondering how to create a warm light To fill its hole that has been there since the light that came
disgusting sweaty socks why not clean them putting your feat in me sometimes with no socks then you throw me out without a care in a world putting me mud jumping on puddles even though I don't like getting wet your gonna use me to the end then what will you do to me then please don't
like a wind a gentle breeze like a river a clear one like a steady flow of colors then someone ruins it the wind turns to storm river turns to rapid currents colors turn one color and i lose something in me and my reflexes kick in then everything slower then before it was normal
cries with no help silent with every movement just there with a mask keeping problems to myself but what problems I got none i'm fine for a millionth time
born with light but- sometimes we need it to be bright with the good memories if we let the light die so will the happiness sometimes a wind blows maybe someone dims it when it goes out its hard to be bright again