HiveComb

So now, while life remains
share the pain of others
listen to the silence
touch a soul,
because in the end
this is what will go with us,
not name, nor fame, only the love
that we became for someone

And when everything is left behind
body, identity, rights, clothes, and speech—
then what remains will be a vibration,
imprinted in someone's memory like a blessing
Then our existence will not be a line in a book,
but a living emotion in someone's heart