Walk on by.
A story untold. Silently buried in the pages of time.
What does it matter if it ever will be told?
Who would understand the characters, their emotions, their ambitions, their fears, their tears, their victories and failures?
Generations gone by.
A legacy of hatred and mistrust left behind by forefathers.
Will it even matter to the coming generation? Should the future be exposed to this anger, this pain, this betrayal, this deep hurt which has not reduced in years?
Nothing left by.
Fading away footsteps of people seen only now on ruined black and white photographs.
Would it really even matter if future ever gets a glimpse of their faces?
Will the future take the care to trace the smiles, the frowns, the sadness captured in those still moments?
Life slips by.
Born today , Dead tomorrow.
A story untold. Will faded away in the memory of time.
So live, smile, cry.
Shout out to yourself
I am alive!
I am alive!
I am alive!
