Old memories, new memories; both collide holding hands too afraid of letting go.
Hi. What’s new?
A question asked from a distanced associated yearning to “catch up” like old times.
Imagine taking notes of life, jotting things down while life lies on the couch, hand behind head, venting; you’re the psychologist.
Feeling sick to your stomach as life cries sharing worldly sins never to be erased.
The universe is falling apart, the earth spins to vastly preparing to explore in a matter of seconds; or so it feels.
Things mixed creating a potion for disaster.
Prepare yourselves, this road is mighty bumpy, cuts tend to pierce deep.