Here we are again
The path that we came from
The familiar sights
Are no longer important sights
They've just become a cluster of objects.
But here we are again
The sounds of familiar voices
That we have grown ac... Read More »
“Remember when we first met?” I asked him, though it felt like I was speaking to nothing.
Memories of our childhood flooded my head, from taking turns on the swing in the park, to riding our bikes together around the... Read More »