For Julia
- Amanda Riddell
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- Feb 12
- 1 min read
Is who I am when I'm awake a dream,
Or is facing death the real delusion?
Some of us scream,
While others seek seclusion.
A lonely path no one wishes to chart.
Vain, preening, needy, fierce;
All those mean nothing at the end.
Nothing is permanent.
My ever-changing self
Will become unrecogniseable.
However, one thing is clear.
The world goes on after we die,
Yet our possibilities remain infinite.
Amanda Riddell
February 2025
Amanda.... Thank you. This is so profound and such a gift for me to receive today. Thank you. Julia