What poetry and books mean to me. Estarla

 Lost in difficult memories  I was told my mind was a chaos of thoughts that was spinning in different directions  That it couldn’t keep one solid thought I was told that would be my downfall. 5 years later time has slowly drifted by the “X” in math and the “Y”  finally had a solution that made sense to me Now time has different memories that everyone remembers differently  Time had been a friend to the lucky ones  And it had been its foe for the forgotten  I was told my mind told stories in order to create a perfect picture  But I forgot life isn’t a picture perfect movie  It’s full of unmade edits and failed mistakes  But it’s life and it’s full  And my mind might be chaos but I always plant a clear photograph of the imperfections of little moments -chaos

 I’ve flown way to close to the sun  I am lost in the brilliance of the lights  What I called love was something different  It was the glistening moon reflected off the surface of the turmoil Of the land -What have we become

 The seasons have changed without a passing  thought it changed from summer to winter  there was no pause for fall. ~changing seasons