A boy staring at a lake with his father and grandmother.

beatboxbliss:

With all our forgets and plans stand the memories
until life grinds us down till we’re
tiny molecules

hanging out with the dust on a thick summer night
filled with the memories we never
actually lived through

and it’s in this black night to blue
thick swirled primordial stew
that I still dream

of the green leaves
anew

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