Truth

 I was about to run some garbage, suddenly I remembered how did I let go, it is unfair to paint over that memory. the world is changing, memories are fading, still some people are trying to bring changes to that memory, and I'm throwing daggers over nothing, an illusion, the dagger don't exist after a while and I have no basis for what I'm saying, the memories are locked inside some unknown neurons that I refuse to open up.

Relief

 One day, I will walk against the wind, fading and looking for relief, I will jump into myself. In a lonely place where everything melts I will flow like a river remembering Meanders and all the childhood memories.