What I Will Remember When I Die. (poem)

What I Will Remember When I Die.  (poem)

I'm sitting outside. There is no one around. There is only silence. The breath of the early evening breeze and the gentle blooming of my thoughts. There is only wicked rhythm as my pen hits the page, and I think, as I feel, as I root further & deeper, into my heart.... 

This kind of real. 

This is what I will remember when I die. 

Not noise. 

Not who people expected me to be...

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