His name was Emery
He taught me that there was no plan
Only happiness
That no thing or person owned you
That you are worth something
Even if you are a homeless person
And that people can be trusted
And that I am smart
And pretty
And sane
To want happiness
He also told me that there is happiness to be found
If I just act out each day
As if I were dying
Because each day is just that
People walking around
as if they are zombies
Acting out
Trying to be happy
I want life
I don't want death.
He asked me what I would do if I thought I were going to die.
And I know what it is now
And I want to try.
I want to do what ever I can to do be just that.
Act as if my life where dependent on each day as if I were dying.
Because of Emery. Because he said that no matter what person comes into our lives, they're just the master Sculptor, chiseling away at what is there,
I want to build upon what I know I see.
Because he, because of what I believe in what I see, Beyond the bull shit of modern life, I am worth something, and that something is worth making something of herself.
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