A POEM FOR WHEN YOU LOST SOMEONE.
A part of us left the Earth that day… but part of you stayed with us here.
Love.
To lose love is almost an unfathomable destruction, yet a life without it is not worth living at all.
A passionate life.
Life is not simply existing, but it is setting the world on fire. Don’t leave anything on the field. Sweat is glorious. You only have so much time to change things. Then you die and only your legacy will live on.
Depths.
You can claw yourself up from the depths of hell just to reach solid ground; Only to realize some people will look down upon you from the mountains because you are still on the ground. But to you, this is the mountains.
But passion keeps us alive.
What good is having a sound brain if your body is kept in a bind? We fear passion will kill us, but passion keeps us alive.