Dots.

Just a dot in amongst billions more.
Just a dot that suddenly vanishes.
And at the same time five more appear and fill the already crowded page.
It wasn't the only dot that disappeared.
Perhaps the only one in that area.
But certainly not the only one.



When you disappeared.
You took a little bit of us all with you.
We might bloom brighter everyday.
Grow taller. Work harder. Fight for longer.
But it will always be missing.



Just a dot. A reoccuring dot.
On a blank page.
A blank page filled with reoccuring dots.
And underneath lies imprints.
Of the billions gone before us.
This never ending cycle is expanding, overlaying.
The dots build upwards.



When you disappeared.
You gave us all something.
A connection. with each other.
A reminder. of our fragilitiy.
A purpose. to guide our lost feet.
We all fall. We all build.

And sometimes. we seem like nothing but dots.
But your imprint is there for us to build upon. Build upwards. Build towards the Gods.