sometimes, we cannot forget people or things.
just like that old pillow that you hugged every night, thrown away but never forgotten.
people are no different.
we remember with a hint of regret, a longing for the past.
yet we stay in the present with only an album in our heads,
and another album in our hands.
we only strive to be remembered.
just like that old pillow that you hugged every night, thrown away but never forgotten.
people are no different.
we remember with a hint of regret, a longing for the past.
yet we stay in the present with only an album in our heads,
and another album in our hands.
we only strive to be remembered.
