It’s amazing to know, that one minute, we are here and the next minute, we are not. As everything becomes just a blueprint and an echo, once we’re done. Once we leave completely, to move on. Hence becoming, a memory, of a person that was, upon this physical plane of ours. Somewhere in time.
We may think of life in many ways, by recalling the times and holding onto those precious moments, that meant something to us.
For people can cross our paths and they sometimes leave their own impression upon our heart, in some way.
Maybe, while they are around us, we may not necessarily acknowledge them in the way we truly need to, or how they want us to.
Because sometimes when we look back, on a person’s life, then reflect. We can find ourselves, asking ourselves questions. Many questions.
While we search...