it could be forever

[prosy]

i was reading old emails and journal entries, and it got me all nostalgic. so much time has passed, so much has changed. but some things never will.

"i don't just throw around yesterdays like that."

i think of all the yesterdays i have given away. i am more cautious now, and sometimes i hate that. this statement echoes in my mind, reverberating what might be let be.

(honeylove, let it be)