Everything keeps jumping back to you,

whether good or bad,

it changes from a tint to a shade,

the only thing left is to ask yourself

what should I do?

 

The memory seems to have,

that permanent mark in your brain

you are now drowned in tears

due to the memory that flashes now and then

of corse you ran away from everything,

what treacherous imprintment of some kind

take a hold of the thing closest to you

but don't hurt it when you do

 

Its that time when everything seems to fit

like a jigsaw puzzle it sticks clost to the other piece

the fragile pieces shattered have been restored

but the problem is not solved.