Memories
What are they?
An illusion of the past
Of what you want to remember
Or what's written in it
Sometimes
They wont go away
Sometimes
They start acting up
Getting louder and clearer until it's your present reality
Sometimes they wont leave you alone
And other times
They disappear
Like a leaf in a river
You don't notice
Until it's far gone
And when you chase it
It flows away from you
To fast for you to reach
It doesn't hurt to lose memories
You dont notice
Until you take a look at the past,
And all you remember is a few fragile pictures and words. Faded scents and tastes. A few colors, some words.
Your whole childhood is gone
And you don't even know
YOU ARE READING
2 am
PoetryTW:// DEPRESSION AND SELF-HARM, SOME TALK OF DEATH This book isnt something you'd want to read. I hope it isn't. It's just a piece of my mind shoved onto paper
