Toskovat
I have all these memories of you.
I no longer know my own memories...
I'm trying to teach them back.
I'm trying to understand you.
Past, present & future.
You can lie to anyone – but not to yourself.
Today I remembered what comes next.
I remembered my lost embers…
November, December.
While most people were preparing for the cold, it was already around me.
And while most people were preparing for the heat, I was stuck chasing it.
Grieving.
I wasn't home, I wasn't present at the time.
… when I visit the old places, I tread more gently on our roots…
… we had so much more to talk about.
But I was a child for the longest time.
I know you would say it's not that bad.
It was over.
A sea of darkness followed.
This too will pass.
I am the son of the whitest flower and the blackest leaves.
I am the abandoned home searching for its lost keys.
I let the light you left in me burn freely.
And I thank you.
I have all these memories of you.
I no longer know my own memories...
I'm trying to teach them back.
I'm trying to understand you.
Past, present & future.
You can lie to anyone – but not to yourself.