We all make mistakes in this life of ours, I’ve made way too many to count alone. We’ve planted the wrong seeds, wondered what was, but the sun comes up again like clockwork. Learning from our mistakes, they were lessons. Things to regret for sure, but also time, memories we’ll never get back again. Time frozen behind us never erased.

We’ll never be able to do redo them, we might also one day forget as well, yet… as long as we grow, change for better, the same tears won’t flow more than once or twice, gracing this world with a memory new.

Even if I forget, even in loss, every moment that’s made me continues. These hands of mine, shaking in the cold air. These hands of mine, they trace the mistakes made, trying to diverge from the past escaped. These hands of yours, they’ll learn. and grow. and change. Can’t you play a song prettier than last? Last year? Last decade? These songs now play bright. These hands now carry weight, the mistakes made. The mistakes we again try to avoid.

Trace your fingers in the air, these times lost, along with the future ever so shifts, in summer heat or winters coldest frost. We are as insignificant as flies, mayflies struggling to live but one short day. Yet, not all that we do will fade to dust. The memories we’ve made, memories shared, they still exist within our mind as light.

Your laugh, your voice, this feeling unexpressed, it makes my step abit lighter, brighter. I’m glad that you’re here, there is no hate, tears. There is mere, a feeling of happiness, one innocent and unhardened to pain. Lets learn from our past but never lose heart, never shroud ourself off from the ver’ start. That is no way to live, pain, and, forgive.

I may sometimes cry out in misery, sometimes instead a confusion and a doubt, but never do I cry out to hurt one, hurting others is a mistake I’ve learned. Not done on my own shaky hands but ours. Humans will hurt, humans will cry, humans, they make many mistakes, meeting you though… Was not one of them.

Thankyou for being.

You.

Flawed as we are.