Silly little floater,
a ghost memory,
words of silence
dissipated into my head
like melted goo;
it wants to knock
but it's been forgotten
and the door hinges are rusty,
old, practically archaic;
it floats by my eyes
and I could almost taste
the sting and tang of what happened
yet it's nothing but a floater,
a little mix up in the view,
nothing to remember.
I hate when you remember something bad and it kinda hurts but it's also something you forgave and forgot and now you're like...what should I feel? And so you try to shake it away but it just melts in your brain and settles like a puddle and you're like well okay thanks.
