friday 02.06

Sometimes I stare in the bathroom mirror and look at the withering effect that has taken place and cry, real tears, and know that the tears represent a sadness that does not follow me, but reminds me of the person I still am, altered somewhat in appearance but wiser and deeper in thought. I realize that each day, each moment represents a memory and a period that draws me closer to some and pushes me far away from others and the rest, they remain, untouched for now, but still thought of if even in a different light.