To be a memory walker
A director of dreams
Forgetting what is real
And what endings really mean
Replaying harsher words
And sunnier days as well
An archaic tape rewatched with an organizational system from hell
I rearrange the order
From which this life is lived
Creating full pockets of happiness without despair sprinkled in
And I'll lay here with the highlight reel
Aching for people I've loved
Forgetting its okay to let things end
The connection was enough
A bittersweet day for memories
When new life paths are clear
Upsetting to have had connections
so strong
Yet end up nowhere near
But you are happy
He is happy
They are happy
And really, so am I
But sometimes,
It feels good to see you again
Even just in my mind
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 8:50 AM UTC
To be a memory walker
A director of dreams
Forgetting what is real
And what endings really mean
Replaying harsher words
And sunnier days as well
An archaic tape rewatched with an organizational system from hell
I rearrange the order
From which this life is lived
Creating full pockets of happiness without despair sprinkled in
And I'll lay here with the highlight reel
Aching for people I've loved
Forgetting its okay to let things end
The connection was enough
A bittersweet day for memories
When new life paths are clear
Upsetting to have had connections
so strong
Yet end up nowhere near
But you are happy
He is happy
They are happy
And really, so am I
But sometimes,
It feels good to see you again
Even just in my mind
Untangling reality from fantasy
With the realization
I cannot live in Nostalgia
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