Voice's in my head

“I like your watch, when did you buy that?” “Your hair is on point.” “I still cannot believe he planned all this for us, I mean he could’ve enjoyed life more but he...” “Who’s this girl he keeps talking about; do you think it is mom?” “Do you want to go buy something to eat?” “The red one...? No!” “He was cool though; I miss him...”

We’ve never been taught how to spend our wealth, we’ve never been taught how to invest into small businesses and we’ve never been taught how to support the unseen. Instead we’re taught to find a decent career and fall into being another piece of this contagious place called home with a valley of roses, unfortunately the underprivileged fall victim of the harmful thorns; the privileged look down only to see roses but not a single starving soul.

Voices in my head of individuals I’ve never met.

It would be better if parents invested in companies instead of planning to strain us when they are no more; where are we going to get the next meal when they are no more and how are we going to stand on our own two feet when they are still afraid to see us leave?

“...he was useful, I mean look at what we have...”

At this point we’re not writing to compete with anyone; our left words shall speak on our behalf.

“I love you...”

Growing up without the courage to say that haunted me and growing up without a single cup of coffee with the people I should’ve taken a bullet for haunted me.

Leaving a legacy.