Hollow


I hold on to the things that I cherish.
a hobby,
a memory,
an acomplisment,
or something much more meaningful.
But their meaning is relitive in the eyes of time.
Sometimes those things fade slowly and peacfully out of mind,
but others are painfully removed from right before me.
Those are the ones that leave me hollow.

The past is the greatest part of us that exsists,
yet we are told not to dwell on it.
My rebellious spirit often does anyways.
And when I look back
on whatever it may be that I lost,
all I can do is smile.
I truly could not be more happy with the experiences
I've either made by myself,
or the ones I am blessed to share with others.

Growing is living.
That's all there is left for me to do.
And I promise myself that I will.

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