what is there to tide us over in times of grief or desolation if not for memories? unforgotten pasts colored in the moments that exist, colliding with the metaphysical realities that exists within our brilliant minds, palpable, tangible, hold them close and feel them in your bones, hear their mellifluous laughter echoing in your eardrums, and feel their soft kisses placed every so gently on your face, remember the smell of their cologne before it fades, lost into the spaces that fill the holes of our existence. to remember is a gift because memories are all we have left once the dust settles and the silence rings deaf in our ears.

a life lived in scarcity,

to afraid to venture beyond

the steps from home,

full of timid responses

and a canvas left blank

for another tomorrow.

it's okay to feel, let it flow through you, let it run down your face and drop into the earth. feel as often as possible, freely and openly but never hold onto them for too long. feel them long enough to let them go, always let them go because there is an abundance inside you, forever creating and destroying in an endless cycle of life. what a joy to be alive.