We walk around this planet with so many things in our heart and our in minds hope, love, dreams, fear, regret, love, and hate
We grip onto anger and let our other feelings begin to fade for a little while
There are people who walk this planet still plagued with hate in their heart for a trauma that happened to them almost an entire lifetime ago
I use to think that you live and then leave a mark upon the world because of the many good things many people left behind
But our life is like a beach people come and people go but are we truly dead even when we take the breaths that are our lasts
Even in death I see the voices of those long gone still talk even from the distance they are at.