One day I'm going to take a trip, on a bike, with 2 bags and music. One for essentials, and one for things. Things like old photos and stuff I don't want to remember. Bad memories written down on papers, and crumbled up into paper birds. The birds will resemble that we fall, and when we fall, we need to leave all of the crap that made us fall behind, because to simply pick ourselves up, means to leave all of that behind. So I will bike out somewhere and drop my bag into the water. Like sabotage to the knives theirselves. I will watch the bag drop, and let its straps untangle from my hand, as if it was thorns from a rose bush, I will be thoughtful of my actions, and renew my soul, because living only lasts until you've lived through death a thousand times and didn't even know it.
