Memory flashing by my mind like gold filling an all too small container, too fast for me to grab them. And not grabbing them fast enough only means eternal loss. Just need somewhere to throw this chunk.








Maybe, I should just give up trying to make you mine. It's clear, my existence is a hindrance to your path, whether I provide fruits to quench your thirst, or crops to satisfy your hunger. But be it throught the shadows, I'll still treeat you nicely, and do the same.