EverlastingFragments, moments, best kept lies and love.To have and to hold, wearing silence, shrugging off all else. Sitting. Wondering. Did I come this far to see something broken? To watch it all wither?If saving this, will save me? I'm scared to deathof living a life not worth dying for. Scared that I won't leave enough untouched to givemeaning to the next generation.Will they remember? Would we want them to?Is any of it worth writing down in the pages of time?I have to believe there's still something.Morning light that spills on the floor.That exact moment when everything slows to show you how important that fraction is.