Sundays with Spud Presents: "Something To Remember Me By"

I’ve been told that all a man has is his word… if that be the case then all I’m equipped with is, a belief to express, understanding to communicate, and a promise to be kept. And a promise to those I love is a promise to my self. But… I apologize for a broken promise, because I don’t always follow “the word”. I sometimes receive inspiration from the word of others, and regardless the source of inspiration I turn to present unto the world, a word of my own. But I promise… I write it selfishly, with unselfish intentions. Believe me, its not only for the afore mentioned… see, the ink from my pen can rise up from the paper and crawl into the corner of someone’s mind… maybe the hoodied little girl in the corner… or maybe the little boy who lost his way when fallen victim to the back corner of someone’s time. All I want is to reach into myself and out to someone else, so for at least one moment that someone’s fine.  Someone, somewhere, somehow, someway… so that maybe someday. When I no longer remain my word will, and exist as something that will never be forgotten. If only extracted from one mind to one other, the tip has met surface and left a mark on the world.

Remember his word. Remember his heart. Remember me.

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