“One quick sip of your memory I let it slip, and I go on without you.”

The art of being uncomfortable is a fine one it is necessary to become strong.

A love that is, a love that was, a love that loved.

I thought of you to realize that you haven’t crossed my mind for a while.

You could have shook my whole world luckily I became aware, and I took a turn.

I decide that my vulnerability is my strength I remember to not forget.

Time is by my side I’m not running forward for time is not behind.

Sometimes you need to take a tiny break to take space and reevaluate.

You were the sun that made me see that to be loved is also destined for me.

Tainted colors in summer rain mixed with white to relieve all the pain.

You don’t have to be afraid it’s okay everything will graciously fall into place.

You revived me after my knees were weak, you kept going on towards another peak.

I move a bit slower that is fine because I blossom after I hide.

Writing is my job, and I am employed by god.

Death is love, and love is death it is letting go even before your last breath.

You made me uncomfortable, in a good way.

Inner work leads to success.

I miss you dearly, as always. Regardless of when seasons change. My mind never truly feed. Memories of us both, keeping me chained.

Time is a gentleman! It never erases beautiful things.

On bitter autumn nights your name lies at the tip of my tongue, as silent memories of us come to haunt me.

I can scream into every passing storm cloud, but that will not bring you back. I can yell at god as i sob over crinkled pictures, but all i can grasp are memories.

A memory is a star or a stain.

I will calm my heart with time and turn us into memories.

Some people can be in your memories but not in your life.

We reshape our memories into uglier versions because it’s hard to forget them while they’re still beautiful.