Noticing hints of memories scattered across the floor. Recalling the moments we thought were worth so much more. Wondering how our minds failed to grasp, the emotions locked away behind the glass, as time continues to tick away. Relentlessly forward though sometimes stagged. Leaving things behind that were once everything, leaving us only a silent glimpse into the forsaken path of our pasts.
But I learn to follow the infinite flow of what I can hope is true.