journal of sorts.

golden

sometimes i realize how there are so many things i won't remember in a few years like how the sunrise today looked so ethereal and the birds chirping in the sky that i love so much that it calmed my mind and the dogs i saw down the street  and the cat that quietly came into my room and looked at me like she knew me well and how i made my mother smile and felt so warm and how my grandmother kept asking me to eat something i don't like much but she insists anyway and how i felt waiting for something that i will get over maybe or will be mine, one day, but it's never gonna be the same and i am never gonna feel the same way god i want to keep every good memory i get sad i never want to forget