BeAlrigh t toBeOkay

you capture each moment so you don’t lose it, lose it in the furthest reaches of your mind, off in some forgotten coat pocket, some roach-filled corner, some bucket filled with sand and taken with the tide of forgetfulness. write in your journal; oh, how did it feel to be young, to have worries like butterflies, so beautiful, innocent, fleeting, caught in a net and released? tell me, show me; were you ever in love? did your love camouflage itself so others wouldn’t recognize it, so you’d never have to face the bitter rejection that comes with loving people without caution? weave memories together, fragments, puzzle pieces, put them together and ponder what your life has become. it doesn’t look how you thought it would look, but somehow, that makes it prettier.