is it a blessing to not remember anything about people once you’re gone? all the faces of the past blur together into nothingness— names are no longer an identity. experiences flush out of my body, similar to when my bowels release.
is anything ever truly special then? my heart has never truly kept a score.
looking back on your old poetry and seeing that you’re elevating from the past experiences feels good.
but also looking back and seeing the reminiscences of said experiences pushes you to become better.
did you think i forgot about you? i never could. i cherish every moment we’ve spent together, in the past few years. i’m always gonna be here. (this is so anonymous).