Do you remember when it was simple? And the only burdens we carried were the ones which could be easily removed like wet clothes, that once thrown in the dryer would be, warm again. Lint balls, we could simply pick off of our consciousness But despite what we were told we did not clear out that which could clog when we were supposed to We were so young back then, Sorrow, merely something that tumbled away Eventually something changed, now no matter what we try, there always remains, a little dampness
-Nirvona Soraya-Galo
