There’s no time to thank the living
For their thoughts, prayers, and giving
So I like to thank the dead
And all their thoughts that fill my head
For they are here as well as I
Behind closed doors with open eyes
So when you all jolt awake
Your hopes and dreams will be at stake
The best legacies come about after you have ceased to exist in human form, and all that is left is your thoughts and what you believed in. That is when you can truely appreciate someone or something.
poem by EB
Art by SmS
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