perspective

chaos is the sculptor of beauty

the glistening snow hiding cracks in the asphalt

I tried to find my way home

but everything looked different

memories flood to me every morning

they’re gone by sundown

a life of fleeting moments to try and hold on to

I used to be glad I had a poor memory

but now I don’t want to forget you

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