All That Remained
By: ANONYMOUS
But where to begin and where to end?
With who I was or who I am?
Because half of the people I know never met who I was
and the other half never bothered to learn who I am.
I suppose it’s not my fault,
Nor is it theirs.
Because time keeps ticking, the world keeps turning,
The sun only waits for the moon.
And the people you knew yesterday are strangers today.
And the strangers you met yesterday are friends today.
And the moon only waits for the sun.
And you can’t help but wonder,
Where did it begin and where did it end?
Because of who I was or who I am?
Somehow, through it all,
All that remained
Were pieces of moments
Frozen in photographs.
ARTWORK: MELISSA GRABIEC
Melissa Grabiec
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Melissa Grabiec