SketchedExistence

During all these hard times the past catches up with us, And usually, people can become weak... After a short time, memories engulf us so much that we drown, Falling down into our own pasts. This is the time when we need people; Others that have been so kind to make us feel belonged. Particles of dust catching the rays of sun Falling down ever so gracefully. We need to be more carefree than we are, [hmm] For Life is too short to waste... The longing of humans is ever-so natural We can't all help wanting to be somewhat loved. The time passing evermore Will bind us to the afterlife But we all have a good chance of brave peace...

You were oddly picturesque. Light haired, dark featured, expressionless eyes that darted when you stared. Charming in that old black and white photograph way, but more of a sepia tone, you loved to don your Sunday's best on Saturday afternoons. Adoringly, you misnamed your heart as to attain a higher throne, always overdid it and took "one more for the road". It was too much for you to handle; more than once, I begged you not to go, but you drove yourself drunk, all the way home. You were quaint and quiet with a jawbone angrily defined; your skin stretched sadly when you spoke of favorites. I was never what you intended, what