All those little pockets of memories you make sneak up on you when it's too late.

I don't know if it sounds better in my head, but I remember the starts of all the things I'd eventually end. It's funny how we break apart to turn to new roads, but it worrisome that a new start will follow the same note. And the bits and pieces I still collect may lay heavy to make me full of dread, but I know I'd take no other fate for in those pockets I hid gold which at times, I still hate. #YQbaba #memories #NaPoWriMo

10 APR AT 21:48