Indentions

Isn't it funny how indentions work, the slight indentation of the skin, a simple red mark fading away after a few still, tranquil moments. But how bittersweetly the indention on bone leaves a everlasting impact upon the structure. Will I one day dig deep into the depths of this world and scribe upon them my name, or will I remain a walking collection of ash, leaving faded footprints in the fell of the world,  Simply waiting for the winds of change to overcome, and sweep me away, forgotten among the sands of time, and lost everlast for all eternity.