There isn't much for me to say today.
Things here are mostly quiet,
which is abnormal but a welcome change.
I've been thinking a lot about memories,
the little moments that used to make me laugh so hard I'd cry.
Every time I go into my past to look at things that used to be there
an unsettling reality always riddles me,
times where I felt happy or excited
exist only in fragments, not all together,
the trips and the friends and the choices that used to make me
have forgotten who I am.
As if this world is only made up of time slots
moving in and out of experiences too fast
to even hold on longer than that singular brief blink of time.
We lose track of everyone and everything from our past
only to be reminded on days like today
that the deep laughs and long nights shared will never be ours again,
not in the same way.
The memories push themselves away
waiting to be resurfaced by our aimless thoughts,
leaving us to continuously wonder where everything we used to value went
and why.
Things here are mostly quiet,
which is abnormal but a welcome change.
I've been thinking a lot about memories,
the little moments that used to make me laugh so hard I'd cry.
Every time I go into my past to look at things that used to be there
an unsettling reality always riddles me,
times where I felt happy or excited
exist only in fragments, not all together,
the trips and the friends and the choices that used to make me
have forgotten who I am.
As if this world is only made up of time slots
moving in and out of experiences too fast
to even hold on longer than that singular brief blink of time.
We lose track of everyone and everything from our past
only to be reminded on days like today
that the deep laughs and long nights shared will never be ours again,
not in the same way.
The memories push themselves away
waiting to be resurfaced by our aimless thoughts,
leaving us to continuously wonder where everything we used to value went
and why.
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