you are not your youth.

You are not the view from your window.
You are not the little house you spent your childhood in.
You are not the street you grew up on.
You are not your charming Kindergarten class.

You are not your fond Elementary school memories.

These things were just temporary. The trees have already forgotten.

1 comment:

F this said...

So we're going to take pictures with the camera you got me when we hang out!! =)