I thought I remembered everything caught up in to much of yesterday Images frozen and twisted into something a little more then perfect. So many things thought, but never said. I was always the one standing still stumbling over my innocence while you never held any regrets. When it all finally escaped us I was left deflating solitude echoing in every breath Numbness stepping in to fill the rest of the cracks. We became just a question A why, a how memories always seem warmer then now.
yeah. I like that. I've felt that before. it sinks like a stone to the bottom of experience, and we either cling to what it was (tho' it drags us down) or we forget about it. for the most part we let gravity have it's way. many blessings May!
i personnally love this poem. It is one emotion, one experience and it holds this fantastically worded message. Nothing. Write onward, through the pain.
