A faint memory. A broken dream. Your were put there by someone, and never had a chance to escape. The hard vintage cover that was once held firmly by someone, somewhere. Too old to remember, too precious to forget. A book where 365 worn-out pages of a loosely-bound life were tethered together by a few scattered ideas and an ancient mix of indelible thoughts, and history re-wrote itself each day, everyday. The words became rustic as the pendulum of an antique German clock thrust itself from one end to the other in a world without gravity. And with each second that passed by, your existence became a bigger question mark. Every morning, a beam of fresh sunlight broke through the crevice in the stained-glass window of the abandoned library and touched your soul. But it didn't last, just like so many other things.
Until one day, someone came along. Someone who lifted you up and out of the dark with their delicate little fingers. Blew the dust off your cover so you could remember your name again. Provide you an identity; a purpose in life. Embraced each sentence as the pages flipped past, one-by-one. They restored the sweet string of melody your words once held, reminding you what you were once capable of. Being a legacy. They made you realise that life is, after all, not just an act of letting go. That it wasn't about just the deeds, but also about trying to catch the sunlight wherever you can. That it was about affection, and not just proximity. They made you realise that you won't stop being a legacy once all pages have been flipped past. Because when they go back to the beginning,
history will have re-written itself. And you will be loved.
Until one day, someone came along. Someone who lifted you up and out of the dark with their delicate little fingers. Blew the dust off your cover so you could remember your name again. Provide you an identity; a purpose in life. Embraced each sentence as the pages flipped past, one-by-one. They restored the sweet string of melody your words once held, reminding you what you were once capable of. Being a legacy. They made you realise that life is, after all, not just an act of letting go. That it wasn't about just the deeds, but also about trying to catch the sunlight wherever you can. That it was about affection, and not just proximity. They made you realise that you won't stop being a legacy once all pages have been flipped past. Because when they go back to the beginning,
history will have re-written itself. And you will be loved.
