Most of it, stories that no one reads.
Plenty of them we are just part of other people's stories.
No one in the world knows your full story.
I am most certain that no one knows mine.
We all give away some chapters,
we all let someone know some small scripts
But no where near the full puzzle
We're all full of shit and deep thoughts
Shit comes out easily
The rest is kept in a special safe that is ment to be forgotten by those who surrounded you.
They tell me that we cry when we are born, and many cry at the time of death.
all in between was an endless circle of feeding, feelings, fallings and forgettings.
the pah to fading
Until we meet again...