To exist

There’s moments when you’re walking on the earth
And suddenly you feel the ancestors of a thousand years ago..
And it feels humbling to know that you too, one day, will be a memory, then a name..Scrawled down on a family tree.. that one day, you’ll be lost in the sea of a thousand years.
Ancestral lands..
And how.. The moss feels the same on the bottom of my bare feet as it did to Her, a thousand years ago – and it’ll feel the same to Her, a thousand years to come. Where we won’t know each others names – but we’ll know that they existed.



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