Remember Me.

This girl takes a breath and tries to hold all the air in her lungs. She gasps, releasing the air, making her lungs deflate like a balloon.
There's pain. Great utter pain the girl cant describe. She runs her hands through her delicate brunette hair, pulling tightly with anger. A tear slowly rolls down the left of her cheek. It refreshes her memory. She begins to type...

We're born in world that's filled with opportunities, hurt, inspiration,challenges and love.
We're constricted, told and learnt what to do from a young age. Not fulfilling or exploring our own personalities.
We turn in to teens, having mood swings, changes happening to our bodies and having that feeling that no one understands us. We take every little chance to go against what we're meant to know is the right thing. Make mistakes. Realise the solution's.

As we get older, we become more responsible for actions. We love and lose. The worlds a tough place, nothing happens with ease. We have people that give in endlessly, people that are strong minded and people that happily fit in to place with the crowd that don't want to be known.
Having people that are different isn't a thing to be ashamed of. They are what inspires today's society. Seeing someone that doesn't react or care to peoples comments when they walk down the street;in something that's bold,or that they have a mole on there cheek. This is what makes me smile and believe there's such beauty in this world, but people are too judgemental to notice.
If you could hear me, I would say that our finger prints don't fade from the lives we've touched.
So if you make someone smile for a split second, be proud you did. It many never be remembered from the person but it always can be remembered by you.

We miss people with passion, we laugh like our chests are about to cave in and we lose ourselves in to the things we love the most without even realising. But least we forget the people that are no longer with us.The people the fought for us and our country and their families.
Being proud is an understatement and I have high amounts of respect for them.
Just because the world has one official day, a chance to show respect for all them innocent people,doesn't mean we still don't carry on showing respect through out the year. Which people forget.


In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.


Make every day count, live like never before.