Remembering Life
Remembering life, the way it was, the chances that came and went, mistakes and the smallest insignificant signs you thought you were always aware of until they came and went. A shallow pit in the heart runs deeper once you discover what has been leaking through underneath. Days gone by and they always seem to end the same way. We struggle with our own immortality, some do drastic things to prove they are living, others quite simply embrace the time for what it is. Life was never short and sweet, I grew with a lot of pain and for years I was depressed, and I am sure everyone knew but like a shattered heart I hit the ground running every day, I lived to make people laugh and smile. I wanted to mend the world, starting with those around me, sacrificing anything I had to do so. Often, I am remembered for a person I long forgot. What memories I must share only paint a picture only too familiar with who I never was. I chalk most up to being a child and typical teenag...