i treat the past foolishly

i chuck it around when i see it
and would give anything for it once i lose sight of it

"in the end, it is not the buildings which we will remember. it is the people who were with us."

what simple wisdom

the synapses in my head
too large for words
too real for pictures
too abstract for songs.

poof.
i'd make a list of every person i miss so tremendously.
BUT i will have to admit that i can't remember all of them because
i've completely lost sight.

if you're reading this
and you're thinking that i vaguely shadow what i'm supposed to be
help me
i need an old version of me
[to put in the closet of course]