Prena Poetry

Every existence is connected. That even long after your death. Somewhere there will always be a piece of you in someone’s hands or someone’s memories. And the places that you were supposed to walk will still long for your aching footsteps.

The people you were supposed to be with in the future, will feel lonely but they wouldn’t understand why they feel so desolated. The earth will continue putting together pieces after pieces till only the dirt remains beneath the feet. These trees and stones and flowing river, won’t utter a word but they will carry the weight of the world, even those world people leave behind. That the happiness someone feels when looking at a tree or dipping their feet in the river is the same happiness you passed onto the earth.

Nothing is permanent but the impression and the sensation we leave behind last forever, and yet we would never know how beautiful it is. But you should at least know that nothing can ever replace your place.

You are the last one to exist as you.