memories.

i keep tripping

on these time capsules

i’ve left laying around.

some carelessly,

some planned.

falling i go

down a path i’ve been before

but always lose my way.

sometimes

the only option is to retreat,

so retreat i do.

but as soon as my head

hits

the pillow,

it’s all right back to the

beginning.

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