sometimes, all we want is to feel human that is to say, to be allowed to feel that our presence is felt. humans exist. and at the end of the day, as we close our eyes, we think then, was the and when you finally close your eyes for the last time, that is when you
to feel like we are a difference, that we made a difference
to feel like we...exist.
but i do not want to exist. i want to live. what does that make me? that
makes me a person, i hope.
day good or bad? but if it were bad, were there any lessons to be learnt?
think, did i make someone's life good or bad?
cos thats what you take with you when you leave.