I'll die someday. Today. Tomorrow. Whenever He wills.
I want my words to be there. Accessible, even when I won't be. On paper. As graffiti on walls. All over the web. As a song on someone's lips that hopefully echoes in your ears.
I'll say it, therefore, not to prove my worth anymore - for I am incapable of judging God's creation - but to leave a trace behind.
I want to exist everywhere.
Be gone but still be there.
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Reblogging is allowed anywhere. Repost it here. Or put a story on your insta. Make a reel about it and monetise. Share this with a niece. Share it with your turtle. Talk about it to the mirror. Go ahead and paint billboards with my words. Go ahead and add to my words.
Let the letters flirt with the storm. Let them burn in the sun. Let them float on the moon.
But be kind to yourself, and allow me the credit, for no soul that has stolen has ever lived in peace.














