Breathe In My Touch
It has been about a month and a half or more since my last entry. I’m not sure how much I have to say. My health is improving. 2,678 more words
3 hours, 55 minutes
Through the Fog poetry
I think maybe my mind is broken.
I see everyone letting go, forgetting,
And I can’t help but wonder,
Why I always remember…
I can’t forget when I want to. 32 more words
23 hours, 15 minutes
Joshua D. Sites
“I really enjoy forgetting. When I first come to a place, I notice all the little details. I notice the way the sky looks. The color of white paper.
1 day, 2 hours
From our deck, I sometimes gaze up at the great trees that surround us. Towering white pines and red oaks. A giant sugar maple. What scenes have they… 554 more words
1 day, 6 hours
The Year of the Dragon
Memory is a funny thing. I still remember all the lyrics to the B*Witched song ‘C’est la vie’ (don’t judge me, I think it was the double denim), but have no recollection of a good proportion of my university days. 1,791 more words
2 days, 7 hours
Ocean of Sighs
I will send you to the roof of my mind, where dust and moth will accumulate on your memory, where your pages will yellow and words blur. 93 more words
3 days, 21 hours
Touch, sweat and heavy breath
Have left our minds singing.
It’s so much better when we forget
This rugged world we’re dreaming.
3 days, 23 hours