The Past

The Past can be a walk down memory lane
or a swim down the river of sadness.
So many things wanted, so many abandoned.
The big closet overflowing with old wonders of the past. Many stories never told, stuffed animals never played with as the future ahead comes forward
Everything is the past.
You can try and try to stop the bad things coming your way, but they will never stop.
As the past is a black hole of never ending darkness of things you always wanted but now are forgotten.
You are forgotten.
Lost in the big, mysterious, slow world of the past.

The Past

The past.

The stream of sadness.

knowing that I could never have just one house

switching week by week

no more dog

that bone that he choked on was all he needed

2+2=4

well thats how many parents I have now

it started out as just 2

but 4 is much different

the sad trickles down my back

I tell myself if they're happy, I should be happy

but it'd hard.

If you were me you would know

four different opinions every day

it's hard

I would know

The Past

The past
A cold breeze
A snowy pasture
The past plays in the fields of joy
Happiness is a spirit
Books tell tales I tell magic
Rainbow is a myth
God is my humble apprentice
It all starts here
New York city is my garden
The past