With every turn
people deny what exists
with every minute scrolling
through this whitewashed set
writing becomes
harder

to every new post
the poisonous nature of
being becomes
clearer

with every new
comment
hope fades

Wherever life plants you,
bloom with grace

memories are what we often create,
what we seldom forget,
and what we desire to relive.

yet time and time again, they are dangerous things;
we memorize each touch and every ending,
and we still find an edge that cuts.

IA