It’s the (Ambience) of things

Truth is tricky

sisterhood iffy

residue of what it feel like

ooziing out the truth of what is real life

cause the truth is the truth and you were you

I was who I was and some of what will reamin of me

you go 50 I go 50

15 I go 85

staying up late at night crying out our eyes

we grew together apart, I dont regret that- we had so much of start

Things are never as you remember what they are?

Nostalgia may be some thing that makes us feel good

I think the now could be a bit more sweeter to us

heard you in the ethers

but truth is my feet hurt

couldnt make it around your way years

now tho-

is a full circle moment.

Restart.