Do we remember things that are simply hard to forget?
Or do we remember things, when brought to our head?
I remember things,
In hopes that somethings,
can one day, be erased.
It’s in those quiet times,
when life pauses and subsides,
do I drift to the things in my mind that were once forgotten,
in hopes that I drift out of my head,
Find the love in reality instead,
and stray away from the dead,
Because within my head,
lies the pain
and the forgotten.