• It’s kind of sad that I realize this so close to the holidays. I just kind sit on the roof and look up at the stars. They always seem so bright in the winter.
    The wind blows and I shiver. With every passing second my body gets colder. With every passing second I realize we aren’t who we were last year . You’ve changed. And not for the better may I add. A light breeze blows and makes the tear on my face burn on my skin.
    That tear contains memories. We may have never had feeling of intimacy for each other at the same time, but you were always like my sister. That tear contains memories of great escapades we went on. The next tear contains memories of trips to faraway lands. Another contains the memories of graduation night. Another contains the hopes for the future. The hopes that we will be just as close as we ever where. But tears always leave the body and never come back.
    So I am left with a clean slate and hope. A hope that I can let the memories back and the future I wanted back it to my life. Until I can, a clean slate it is.