And memories, they keep coming when that’s all you have
Or all you care about– so easily picked, harder to remember what led to them being your
I can move mountains with my mind, but my eyes will only watch and my hands only dig; my lips will only move, my mouth will only dry. A peculiar situation when reality puts you in a place you’d been before but hoped was only a dream best kept sleeping.
I laugh out loud when I think of days, but blank my stare when hanging on to thoughts of nights and all their ramblings.
Just poked fun at myself
Tried to land a soft punch
But didn’t pull back at all
Meant to hold a thought
Forgot to let it go to begin with
And that’s where this story ends.