| "It is difficult when you remember things. You remember because it is important to you, because it matters. And it is difficult because it is supposed to matter, yet they dont remember. "
-- I don't usually think about - but when I do, it is during the lone hours when my body is asleep and my mind is trapped in the memory closet. Here, everything comes pouring down. Like fireworks, like rain, like hail, like confetti, like sunlight, like snow, like petals and feathers lost in the wind, everything comes pouring down into a primordial soup of remorse, sadness, happiness, lust, anger, hurt, loneliness, bitterness- but, love makes its presence. For love, it stays. For love, here is where my mind bathes, at least until the morning light, before it dries it up again. --
You, can destroy this empty city I built. You, can find me by the steps, by the bridge, by the river, by the moon, by the drunk, by the drink we shared to celebrate our forgotten lives. You, can kiss me on the lips and never let go.
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