You came back again to remind you of what we are really made of.
Not the shined version a picture might see, the true reasons and moments that have made you who you are.
They are clustered together in some form of a man but you are not really solid.
Thousands of little rocks and pebbles each with its own memory of good or bad.
I've lost count of which ones I truly am.
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 7:31 PM UTC
You came back again to remind you of what we are really made of.
Not the shined version a picture might see, the true reasons and moments that have made you who you are.
They are clustered together in some form of a man but you are not really solid.
Thousands of little rocks and pebbles each with its own memory of good or bad.
I've lost count of which ones I truly am.
