You told me you loved beautiful things
And it hit me hard in the back of my brain

Pieces of advice
Consist of memories shadowed by perception

I could be wrong at any time I think I'm right
But the blood in my veins swears that my brain is telling the truth

And the aches cannot be described
I try to call them by your name because I also don't know what to say

There are the passing fleeting thoughts that you never remember
And then there are the ones that you are holding on to because you think they
Define you
They do not define you

So all the pictures you're afraid to burn?
Maybe you should just throw them away
Burning is too dramatic anyway
Just throw them in the trash
So calmly
Passively

You don't need someone to tell to you what you should do
But most days,
You need someone to remind you of what you want to do