These moments you've never seen. These souls you'd never meet.

And we do this. Everyday we wander. We wake up years later, we pray for those days.

And there they are. Waiting to be seen. Waiting to be thought of.

So I will make my desperate attempt to remember to not forget.

In hopes that I can too be, a friend or something like it.

This is not on my own account. I have been saved from myself.

So this is my attempt, this is what I refuse to forget.