I remember our next times like I time traveled. 
and this might just be my mind unraveled but
I miss my tomorrows with you.
The todays of tomorrow hold fading candle light to
the todays that have gone
and I'm forced to borrow butterflies
from experiences I'd have to be present in past times to feel.

The last time I went back in time
I saw only remnants of who you were
and those portions were still beautiful,
peace to our dying world. 

#NewBeginnings
#AllWrite

 

Kimolee Eryn is an artist and writer who believes in creating for a purpose beyond the purpose of creating. She believes that a life should be lived not just to sustain itself but to cultivate peace, love and growth in all adjacent beings and hopes to exemplify that in all she does.