I collect memories, moments of being
states of life where I feel whole,
stakes that don’t resemble loss.
Things are fuzzy now, but when I look at you
life could not feel any clearer.
At your gaze, my mind takes a lifetime of pictures.
I collect memories carried like burdens,
proof that my love is always late.
Maybe this was enough leeway
is this how I repay life for not being punctual?
A struggle to preserve what I know
will matter long after the moment ends.
I collect memories that demand payment
for every second of comfort they give
a past that consumes pieces of me when I peek,
a past so consuming
I'm starting to lose my place in the present.
What we were still lives pressed
in me
like fading light
time I won’t surrender.
Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 12:10 PM UTC
I collect memories, moments of being
states of life where I feel whole,
stakes that don’t resemble loss.
Things are fuzzy now, but when I look at you
life could not feel any clearer.
At your gaze, my mind takes a lifetime of pictures.
I collect memories carried like burdens,
proof that my love is always late.
Maybe this was enough leeway
is this how I repay life for not being punctual?
A struggle to preserve what I know
will matter long after the moment ends.
I collect memories that demand payment
for every second of comfort they give
a past that consumes pieces of me when I peek,
a past so consuming
I'm starting to lose my place in the present.
What we were still lives pressed
in me
like fading light
time I won’t surrender.
It's the drug I took ,its how I took her presence as my dependence
It's poison numbing and comforting
For every memory it consumed you