A broken heart seeks comfort in the ruins of frozen memories. It is this that keeps it bleeding.
Klorrie Note #19
Not even the memories seem real.
Time and Glass
It seems that time takes every second of our lives and encases it in a coat of glass. We can still see it, but we can no longer touch it. Once the glass shatters, that memory is forgotten and ceases to exist. It all seems so unreal to look back on memories. To think that... Continue Reading →
A Memory’s Dance
A memory is but a dying flame, Fighting to consume just enough oxygen So that it may linger a while longer, Before it inevitably slips away. The memories of us flicker in my mind. The one of how I want to remember it. And the one of what we truly were. Yet, do they not... Continue Reading →
