Kristen Brown


Memory's Web


Do you know who you are?
Who you’re meant to be is not yet decided
Whether it fate or destiny
You’ll continue to grow, evolve and change

Each choice we make affects another
No matter how indirectly that may be
Someone’s life is always at a crossroads
Like threads of a web
We’re all connected
And at its core, is death.

Because when you die
When your touch or warmth
Can no longer be reached
The only part of you that lives on
Is your memory

Submitted: Monday, October 28, 2013
Edited: Monday, October 28, 2013

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  • Louis Cecile (11/3/2013 1:59:00 AM)

    And even memory can fade with time. The shortness and meaning to life, you have taken onboard an aspect of this eternal discussion. (Report) Reply

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