hanging out with a friend and his friend who became my friend, loitering in front of a twenty-four hours convenience store, 0% sizzling down our throats, and getting nicotine-sick afterwards, it was that simple, sometimes.
To forgive is our weakness To pardon a crime so unjustifiable that Our body shutdown in memory of it Being static and null in our judges In respect for our own calmness that I hope it won't be a calamity of my Own rationality in how I assume Which is good and evil.
But somehow, to forget is our prowess A strength that we teach ourselves so we May let go of the bad memory that may strangle us until we retch our spirit away That's why, we bury it under our soil And water it in hope That it blossoms thorn roses so we remember not to touch its stem And hurt ourselves again.