Sep 18, 2019
Don't you find it so strange, that nearly every part of you still exists somewhere, in someone's memory.
When you just made the train that day and as the doors closed behind you, a stranger still remembers your triumphant grin.
That day when you were walking your labrador and you stopped to let him meet a little poodle, the older man walking still remembers the glimmer of your eyes in the sun, as you chit chat about the weather.
That young girl remembers you when your walls where gone, when she walked into the bathroom just as you slid down the wall in tears. She remembers the exact moment you looked up, and she caught your eye, and yet, did nothing.
Every part of your past is alive and thriving in the mazes we call our minds.
