Are you like me?

Are you like me? a Nameless, faceless nobody drifting through life. tossed by the waves from side to side. 

Do you like me? Do you like you? do we have a place in a world so wide? many might come and spit on our names and gnaw on our bones till we are left exposed. what happens then? should we lay down the torch so that more worthy might come and take our place? NO! we are the writers of this age! The world will listen to our voices as they echo through the crowds. grab your pens and show them what we are made of. show them that our voice is powerful. many things might fade with time but our ink will live on eternally.