time is past the
years flow by the
laughter we shared the
tears weve cried the memories
fade as were lost to
time only in the minds
of those left behind can
our existence be found
for another to find
eventually fading and
forgotten like the
pages in an old book a small
portion of a lifes story
unfolds to the future
to be told..dog earred
memories of a life
that use to be is
all that will remain
of you and
me....



writings from the tombs....

live and love as if the memories you leave behind
will be etched in time forever...

That's kind of beautiful and depressing at the same time. It expresses a type of immortality that comes with story telling, but to think that that's it; all you leave for the next generation is just a story. that's where the bitter/sweet feeling lies. I liked it though. Things must move on and the old will go away to make way for the new. This is something to truely be celebrated and not feared.

Oh well, that's all I can come up with for now.

But it is our memories that keep the past alive.
It is up to us to pass on the memoriesa that we hold so
dear and to share them with others in order to keep
the past alive.

It's those memories in time that allow us to grow live and learn

Beautiful

thank you all i hope you like these things i write because i love writing them for yall..if not feel free to criticize..just be gentle...