Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Here and Alive

People can be carved like the rain wears away at rocks,
steadily we wash away,
slowly biting the dust,
and being changed by a downpour so gentle,
yet being broken by it

The very same water that gave us life dissolves us,
our hopes,
and our dreams
Into the sands of our legacy,
as if dust is to say

"I was here, I was alive."

No soul looks to the dirt for guidance,
they look to the stars

1 comment:

  1. Wow, this is amazing. I know I haven't commented in a while. I didn't realise how much I missed these until I started reading them again. You're an amazing person, Solstice. I will always be here for you and I'm proud to be able to call myself your friend. Knowing you has been really great. :)


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