The traces of my youth
Of all the places they exist
It is here you'll find them most.
Inused floral essence
Wind driven rain
And hopes of sunshine.
The day ahead and
The journey home
The sleep that followed
the music that haunts me.
I will never hold these things again
This existence is a concept,
this is how I dream.
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Author:
Yorke (
Offline) - Published: November 24th, 2019 20:20
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
That existence was yours and will be forever in your memories.
It is, they are just fragments now, I guess ws this is how we hold on to them :/
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