Isn't it weird?
We grow up and all parts of our life's before now are just fuzzy little memories in the back of our minds.
Collecting dust.
Brushing them off to show people who you were when you were young and full of light.
Don't you wish you could go back sometimes?
Just to get a glimpse of who you were, because now you're so different.
The person who scraped their knees on the sidewalk riding their bike when they were 6, or the person who went on late night drives blaring music with their favorite people at 3 am on a weekend.
You won't ever be that person again but you'll always have those fuzzy memories.
That you'll only remember late at night staring into the pitch black at the ceiling.
Smiling and hoping that maybe if you fall asleep and wake in the morning you'll be back in that time. The times when things weren't so hard.
When everything was easy and simple.
When memories weren't just memories, you were living it.
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PoetryI'm finding out that my poetry is actually really good, and so I've decided to make a collection of my poetry here. Just anytime I feel a certain way ill write it here so that way maybe I can help someone not feel so alone.
