Holes

Patches don’t fix holes. They are a cover up; A lie. What once was whole is really whole no longer and will never be again. 

Smiles and hugs don’t fix holes. They are actions that are ingrained in us from habit, but when our eyes no longer connect we are merely going through the motions. 

We care but we do not love and if we did not both miss what once was we would slowly fade from each other’s lives. 

Why do we pretend? Why do we fight for what has been shot to pieces and can not be repaired? 

I’m not sure I will ever know…

But I will keep trying to patch up these holes. I will keep on pretending because I just can’t let go of those memories we shared. 

Candid Memories

Those moments when you capture a wonderful picture of the people you love without them knowing it or you take a secret video and record your friends being the incredible people they really are.

Those are some of my favorite memories to relive.

Now don’t get me wrong, because I know that can make me sound like a borderline creeper, but I see it as a visual diary of sorts. Something personal I can look back on and invoke memories in a way words on a page never could.

“Back on its golden hinges
The gate of Memory swings,
And my heart goes into the garden
And walks with the olden things.”
-Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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