I seem to keep finding more and more scars lately.
I'm not sure where they come from,
Although I have the memories
From them.
They just keep appearing
Out of no where,
Like chips in a windshield
Or cracks in a mirror.
Somehow,
Somewhere,
Something happened.
The memories are like music in a dream.
I can hear it clear as a bell,
But when I wake up it flutters away,
Leaving just an echo.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
I seem to keep finding more and more scars lately.
I'm not sure where they come from,
Although I have the memories
From them.
They just keep appearing
Out of no where,
Like chips in a windshield
Or cracks in a mirror.
Somehow,
Somewhere,
Something happened.
The memories are like music in a dream.
I can hear it clear as a bell,
But when I wake up it flutters away,
Leaving just an echo.
