A Timeline

Sometimes I think we burrow
too deep into the past
and sink to the bottom of the
darkest
dankest
ditches,
'till our minds are filled with soil.

And when we remember ourselves,
we break free and soar
higher than we planned
through a phosphorescent sky,
and we land
smack dab
somewhere in the middle of our future,
bruised and confused
with no way back.

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  1. you, my friend, are a genius with words

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  2. Aww! Thank you so much my dear *-* That means a lot to me.

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