Dec 2020
As water comes to fire
A flash flood of steam ignites.
As forward memories
Reveal themselves once again,
I wonder what I thought back then.
A flash flood of steam ignites.
As forward memories
Reveal themselves once again,
I wonder what I thought back then.
I thought that when I was 17 I’d be drinking, driving (not at the same time) and smoking with buddies. Now I’m 17 and eating a candy bar in my kitchen while curled into a ball. It’s funny how what you want changes over time.
