in the end

written in the forest

These hills are painted with memories,
That I hold very close.

This thick layer of multicolored acrylic is like a quicksand pit of nostalgia,
that I always seem to be falling into.

The fast drives and high conversations,
the experiments.
The newfound love and determination to achieve
something beautiful.

It's all in front of me.

The euphoria of being lost
in a beautiful place,
and saying "ignorance is bliss"
even though I wanted to know
everything.

That's all behind me.

in the end I will be here,
where I sit now.
Looking over a rainy valley full of old thoughts and stories..

And in the end,
the friends may have left and
the relationships may have disintegrated,
but never, ever,
will these memories leave me.