Legacy, I want to be known, I want people to know that I walked this earth, I want them to know my story, not just for history, if I'm known nobody will forget me, I'll have a ton of haters, and people that will make fun of me. But a legacy, is not what everyone seems to achieve, if I'm known I don't know how I'll be forgotten when I want to. My legacy, for me? But at the same time I don't

want to be seen.

He was a sad little boy

Just started his first day of being home alone

The sad little boy just moved and knows nobody in his street

Every Saturday when his mother leaves to work the sad little boy cried and weep until this one day changed

Sad Boy: (cries and stares into the fence) Hey! You there

Boy: Hi! Curly hair Kid!

Sad boy: I have a name you know

Boy: I was going to call you sad boy but I wanted to cheer you up!

The sad boy walked up to the fence where he saw the boy

Boy: it's good to meet you, I just moved here from Fresno, not that far from over here

Sad boy: you can call me Sebastian my mother calls me Sebby

Boy: Hi I'm Eduardo, my family calls me Eddy

Sebastian: Be careful! An egg!

Eduardo: (Laughs*) no this is normal!

Everyday an egg lands on my head, it's weird

Sebastian: That's strange! Imma call you egg head (laughs)

Eduardo: Please don't, is rather you call me

Eduardo or eddy! *blushes*

Sebastian: I'm sorry I'm so rude to you, it's just I don't want to lose you..

Eduardo: Forever?

Sebastian: I'd love to know you forever ever ever

Eduardo: Forever ever ever ever ever?

Sebastian: All the forevers you'll ever think of

The two boys blushed and started talking

Sebastian: Hey Eduardo,

Eduardo: Yes?

Sebastian wakes up,

The sad boy looked over to the photo album on the left of him and sees Eduardo and him smiling

Speaker: 2 more hours until Florida as we're having some issues with rain

Mother: You still remember that kid? You have to forget some people at times ya know? It's not like you'll ever see him again

The curly Kid thought, I want to be asleep forever, so I can spend eternity with him...

People refuse to wake up these days

They rather live in a world thatʼs isnʼt real instead of making it real

Thereʼs a difference though

People who dream and refuse to tell them self itʼs a dream and that itʼs real, are the forgotten, people who want to get in comas and people who refuse to wake

Thereʼs a difference though

There are people who refuse to wake up because there in the dream, learning and using it not abusing it

People refuse to wake up

They choose not to wake up and see reality

They choose to live in fantasy

Why should I call them people when living in a place that isn't real is not human?