Dissolution
Yet you have the memories on re-run as if they were supposed to go somewhere, and you with them.
Your memories made never change, but the people you remember often do.
For better or worse?
Grow, Growth, Growing.
I don’t know much about writing poems. I do know I like to write though. This poem is about “the thoughts that keep you up at night”. As well as meeting those same people that helped make said memories. Is it worth remembering? Are those people worth the conversation, forgiveness, change (of you)?
