I’ll be damned, to let this fade. Vividity blurs, every passing day.
All my time, passes by. Precious moments, slip my mind. Life feels empty, I'll forget. Smoke you exhaled, smoke you kept.
How have my memories shaped who I am when the tides of sleep pull them like grains of sand? Try as I may to find something firm to hold to, each thought elusive as the head that they breeze through.
Face once vivid, left my head. Recall discussions, not what was said. All these moments, try to grasp but in the process, lose the last, lose the last.
Some smoke never leaves, hold it in, I choke.
How have my memories shaped who I am when the tides of sleep pull them like grains of sand? Try as I may to find something firm to hold to, each thought elusive as the head that they breeze through.
I think the most comfort I've felt in this life was being fifteen and playing this game at 2am. Words cannot describe how much this game meant to me caracalled