I wrote this January 13, 2014.
It’s a motion picture of sorts.
Catching memories at perfect angles.
Some days the tears don’t fall.
But others, it’s like a rain storm.
Surrounding you, trapping you.
This isnt a game.
This is how things work.
Shedding the skin thought to have.
As life goes on, things start to imprint.
Changing a still, silent person.
Into a beautiful flower.
Or a dark heart.
But mostly life is meant to live.
To be careless.
To come as it wants.
Life is a never ending path.
We al must travel down.