Forget-me-not
I am the forgotten one.
Memories of me seem to fade like the sea. I do bleed. It seems.
I am like a wisp of smoke, hangs around for a little while and then no clue that it was ever there. Except for that residue. That little bit of gunk that remind's you of the times. But the residue is never equal to the smoke itself. To the Blanket that everyone breathes in, all at the same time, sharing and sending it. Before its gone.
I am that last piece of darkness, before the light.
It seems so right. Thats what I think before i sleep, tonight.
I dont want to be lost, nor forgotten again. When you light that bowl, ill be entering again. Just until, its almost over, when I will then again be transfered into pieces, mostly out the window, and some on the walls.
this post is dedicated to never forgetting. and always remembering yourself.
Memories of me seem to fade like the sea. I do bleed. It seems.
I am like a wisp of smoke, hangs around for a little while and then no clue that it was ever there. Except for that residue. That little bit of gunk that remind's you of the times. But the residue is never equal to the smoke itself. To the Blanket that everyone breathes in, all at the same time, sharing and sending it. Before its gone.
I am that last piece of darkness, before the light.
It seems so right. Thats what I think before i sleep, tonight.
I dont want to be lost, nor forgotten again. When you light that bowl, ill be entering again. Just until, its almost over, when I will then again be transfered into pieces, mostly out the window, and some on the walls.
this post is dedicated to never forgetting. and always remembering yourself.