Memories remain, as if we knew the path to our destination
The road seemed clear
Yet stepping stones became stumbling blocks in every direction
The more we walked together
The more we found ourselves attached to this toxic air
Unable to breathe
Fear and doubt was inhaled
Leading to a dead end
Time passed by
and I found my way home
Me no longer walking through dead ends
But you?
Did you find your way back too?
or stayed stuck in that dead end?

Some memories remain
The rest slowly fading away

In the mist of this surreal air,
Staring at the blue and solid sky
I paint what I once felt was so real.

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