apostaday: anonymous lives

Anonymous,

synonymous with being forgotten

laid to rest before one’s time,

Undisclosed

Nameless faces living nameless lives

As many as the grains of sand, they fall through the crack

Without making a sound

Unsigned lives,

their signatures faded from memory even before the ink dried.

Every day people, facing everyday lives

but every day people don’t make it back alive,

they are born, but breathe unidentified,

with faces resembling images in the mirror

laughing, smiling faces captured in every picture

they are you and I

Yet you and I

smile and walk by

looking in the fading eyes of those unknown

the flickering light of life succumbing to the darkness,

we cringe and turn away,

but we can’t help look back at the poor unfortunate soul

only to find that the wind has come and blown,

as mysterious as they have begun, only a shadow exists to tell of what was

and what was is no longer….

Unnamed they are bear your name

Mysterious they bear evidence to the mystery of life

Why I survive and you die....

Exceptional people in unexceptional lives.

Anonymity, excellence’s greatest disguise.

la.moi