- Memories -
I’m not sure what to do with these memories...
They don’t disserve to be where they are. They don’t belong in my mind. They are merely thin little puffs of smoke that once belonged to a fire. A flame that made me feel untouchable and complete.
They now create confusion on what should be an uncomplicated situation. Your promises are merely words. So many words all filling these pages. Always there when I close my eyes, when I right, when I try put my thoughts down on paper.
Maybe we are all scared when we are free.
Maybe you need to be forgotten to be remembered.
Maybe...
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Cold Inferno
Not Sure... By Bernie
