A COMMUNAL EXPERIMENT IN SELF CURATION

a Soul Project

archival : there's something about fresh air :

I can’t place it.
So much of me has healed since that day.
I didn’t record the date for a reason.
It’s a benchmark that came and went,
and that’s enough for me.
I listen to songs that have made me cry and I smile painfully,
bittersweet whispers of memories
I allow to fade.
I’m letting it happen.
Its under my control this time,
and from now on.
There’s not much I can really, truly remember.
Your scent will always haunt me
but it won’t make me weep.
Your face will forever force itself into my mind,
but no longer will I surface it as a conscious effort.
I have a life ahead of me,
and for once,
that makes me happy.