People are stitched to memories & memories are stitched to places.
In our minds, those memories of people & places leave their traces.
What happens when those people leave?
What happens when those people turn cold & deceive?
The memories become tainted & tepid
And those places the memories were made are no longer poetic, but leaded.
I cannot find pleasure in this beautiful place anymore.
It makes me angry & heartbroken to be reminded of times before.
I’ve drifted away from those happy times,
And I can’t even find solace in my rhymes.
I guess the fading away happened on both ends,
Like how stars in a constellation grow dim when the sun transcends.
Now my place in this part of the sky has become dull & muted.
All of a sudden the charted stars must be rerouted.
I have to dance with these shifts & changes–
Make new memories in new places with new faces.
I must be free to discover myself again,
Without all these reminders of who I was back then.
I can no longer glow in this group of stars,
So I will find another constellation to shine in, despite my old scars.