They say you have two lives; the second lasts until you're forgotten.

But if you were never known in the first place, then you don't quite get that second chance.

After you die, you just sort of... fade away.

No memory; not even a name on a gravestone.

The only thing left of you is your ashes, floating in the air.

Who knows where the wind will take you.

(sorry for the lack of writing, i've been trying to work on my novel; if you want to see more abt my WIP, feel free to check my insta in my bio)