Letters under bedframes.

not everyone makes changes,

 or causes ripples in my life.

my life

my life

my life.

echoing down an empty eardrum.

ive found old stains on the carpet,

the kind that just won't go away.

beer spilled there,

blood from a cut shin here.

not everyone remembers,

by staring into space.

eternity,

 that stretches across the never ending landscape.

no memories last forever,

unless you find them a place.

shoebox

closet

crack in the brick.

i wrote mine down and hid them,

under my warped wooden bed.

flooded by nature,

seeping through my head.

I dont quite understand the point of holding moments,

like cutting my shin so close.

so near.

so undeniabley dear.

I wish the fears that unfolded before my eyes

simply faded.

and i wish i could take away my lies.

Im always changing,

an evolution in my mind

each day i grow a little stronger,

each day i fall apart,

one piece at a time.

put together all the colors,

string them across a line,

across a line.

put it in my face,

set it in front of my eyes.

mistakes i've made, mistakes i've made.

fold up your letter,

and slide it under my bed.

we're ready to move on.