wanderlust.

i existed

people die;

words dont. 

so

one day

   when all that's left of me 

is words,

 sing bits of them

to the

ocean;

recite some 

to the

sunrise;

and the rest? 

please, just please

keep them 

in your soul

and

say to yourself that

i existed i

was here 

i left my share of words 

each carry pieces of my existence

i 

existed.