I pass the places we were one year ago today not purposely, it's just that my Gods seem to have an ill sense of humor.
Walking slowly, numbly, dreamlessly around a blinking city that refuses to belong to me ever again.
With every step kicking up clouds of dirt in form of awkward memories from not too long ago that feel like a hazy far away dream. it is easier to pretend they were merely that. Reality is much harder to accept.
Bright Cakes with soft candle light that graced your brow. And I find myself hoping and wishing I didn't know that you were doing so well,
if so...I'd be able to lie to myself and imagine that you think of me a little sometimes.
I hope you found what you wanted, what you relentlessly worked so hard for.