If days are a grain of sand...This is my hour glass.
Each day I get older. Days pass like seconds. I have lived long enough you understand that there is some truth to "everything happens for a reason." I am now aware that what seems a tradity today will be mole hills tomorrow. Each year seems to get worse, but only because it is what remains the freshest in my mind. I can see yesterday like it was today. I have left a few behind. then years later, it crept up in my mind, the way it was, and couriousity plaged my mind. What has become of others I left behind. Did reality get it's death grip on them? Have the dreams you heard became accomplishments? Has there negitive quality transformed to their insperation. Has the person that I knew evolved or disinigrated?
All of a sudden it crept up on me.
It has not been months but years.
That people that I made a desision to forget.
I could not forget. I still care about them.
We shared moments in time where we were there for each other.
I know the feeling of comfort in the presents of one another might not remain. however, those memories bring the feeling back to me, and I question what happened to you,and where you are.
My memories keep whatever we were still alive. These memories first bring the feelings back then remorse that we have drifted apart from one another.
All of a sudden it crept up on me.
It has not been months but years.
That people that I made a desision to forget.
I could not forget. I still care about them.
We shared moments in time where we were there for each other.
I know the feeling of comfort in the presents of one another might not remain. however, those memories bring the feeling back to me, and I question what happened to you,and where you are.
My memories keep whatever we were still alive. These memories first bring the feelings back then remorse that we have drifted apart from one another.