Memories.
Proof that you existed.
Legacy.
A story told
thousands of years
after you lived
your very last day.
Maybe you knew it,
maybe you didn’t.
But, you aren’t
just some gravestone.
You’re a somebody.
This is what forever
looks like.
People dedicate their entire lives
to the history of yours.
Power.
Love.
This is what forever
looks like.
Never being forgotten.
You are in the minds
of millions,
whether they wish or not.
You are engraved
in society.
You scream
even when your lungs
have been ripped from your chest.
You speak for what you believe,
long after you’ve taken your last breath.
This is what forever looks like.
