What if all I am
is the constitution and construction
of your memories
and all I will ever be
is being shaped day by day by day
out of your imagination?
I live
in a constant state of terror and bliss
knowing that if you
should ever choose to forget me,
I will vanish
into the ash and memories you burned
and the clay of my soul
you shape with your creativity
will melt back and seperate
into water and earth
once again.
Please
do not let me
vanish.
--Tyler Knott Gregson
My Favourite quote, know if only he knew. I close my journal and stand. Guess its now or never. I grabbed my bag. Jumping from my window to the soft earth below as I raced time to the stables.
