Things that weren’t anything special
Seem prettier, brighter, and stay sweet in my memory
That things continued to grow
Like a snowball, rolling and rolling
Until a moment in time
When it became too big for me to handle.
That’s why it became harder for me
To survive it as time went on.
I give myself a tolerance
I know I can’t forget and I won’t regret it
So, I let it stay in my mind
Without wanting it anymore
I’ve heard something like this :
The daydreaming
The running in place
It’s not healthy
So this is me,
Cutting the cord
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