I sit quietly on a hill
I admire the land around me
The way dandelions are spread acrossed the ground.
I ponder life and its meaning.
I think what are we doing here. We all just die and everything we do gets to be forgotten eventually.
But the I realize, its not the memory that matters
It's the moment.
It doesn't matter if people know it happened, what matters is that it happened and you were there to experience it.
We have to learn to cherish lifes precious small moments
Not worry about what happens to them over time
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Left Unsaid
PoetryThoughts from a kid who is overemotional. TRIGGER WARNING: there will be mention of suicide, depression, eating disorders, anxiety, death. IF ANY OF THE FOLLOWING TRIGGERS YOU IN SOME WAY DO NOT READ.
