I wish the Art of remembrance wasn't so painful, it breaks your soul leaving it mangled just like your mind when they first walk out of your life. Taking a shard of life with them leaving you with an empty feeling.
Now you're starring at a couch cursing the Art of remembrance as you sit remembering all the Sunday's spent doing everything and nothing all in one.
Always laughing till we were doubled over in the best type of pain. Now the pains not so great any more,an it's like a constant earth shattering shudder as the breeze of beautifully catastrophic memories floats around this city running straight through you like a all of you has vanished, out of body experience. It's not like you've tainted this entire city anyway,just every inch I can see.
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Project Feel
Non-Fiction"Written words speak when your voice fails" I started this project almost two years ago as a way for people all around the world to see that they are not voiceless or alone and that there isn't just one version of life. Not only that but also to sh...
