As we threw our caps north, my excitement sank south descending step by step in a spiral staircase the hope started flickering this might be the last glimpse but holding on to a βmight beβ is critical, delicate itβs like breathing with gaps in between you might die anytime soon, who knows I might see you lifeless in a box but Iβll keep you alive in my memory with strong hues vivid outlines our plots unrevised exact timelines and spaces names of people we liked
I won't stop remembering because that's the only way to make myself forget