No one knew
What if each dead person was like a dying star.
Like when the star explosions no one knew it disappeared like when someone dies anywhere in the world and doesn’t know that they are gone,
Until their story is told and their songs have been sang from others.
Encasing their memory into something that people will remember and will never forget.
But . . .
What if people never knew, their songs and stories were never told and they disappeared like no one cared,
They would never exist.
Even if they lived a fulfilling life ,where their family was happy or they were happy
No one
Would know.
That they died that their life was lived, that they saw things no one else saw, they meet people that no one meet, they dreamt things that no one else dreamt, they thought things that no one else thought, They knew things no one else knew
They would be nothing
Nothing that ever existed of them.
They would disappear.
Into space forever.