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I Felt Your Shape | The Microphones
I felt your fall
Your winter snows
Your gusty blow
Your lava flow
I felt it all
Your starry night
Your lack of light
With limp arms I can feel most of you
The thought of the past no longer exist. It is forever the past and it will only be the past. Will I ever forget the past, I could never. The past is who I’am today. I’m Okay with that. Just know that I’m shaping into someone who is ready for the next step. I thank everything and everyone who has been in my past. It is strange to think about how much time has past and continues to past. Like a song that is forgotten for as long as a second, or a friend from the past. Know that you will always remain in my heart and soul. In the people I meet, the people I share breath with, your breathe is in our conversation.
I wonder if the book I’m reading has anything to do with the way I’m feeling?