Memories are just blank sheets of paper.
No matter what you feel. No matter how many burning blood cells course through your veins, From your heart to your fingertips. No matter the violence that surges through your body, Heat and strength.
You will never be able to throw that sheet of paper across the room.
It will never reach the other side. It will fall right below your feet again.
Crumple it up-
And maybe it will reach the other side, But you will never be able to unravel it. It will never be the same,
Not what you started with.
But don’t ever let yourself forget.
That a sheet of paper folds. So fold it into a plane,
And with a gentle push, It can soar across the room.
A beautiful goodbye.