Why do we write…
Is it to remember
the way the sun hits brown eyes- gold rays shooting through fields of brown grass as he stares down- fire in finger tips?
eyes so blue you see clouds floating through, smile so pure even the angel’s feel ashamed of their sins.
Is it to forget
dimples- god’s fingerprints on cheeks
too long eyelashes
scars across shoulders, back, and ribs- a road-map of every accident, of every “almost”.
Is it to ask questions you didn’t know you had? To find answers that allude you, find the reasons you didn’t know you were searching for? The “what if’s”, the “how come”…
Is it to come together while everything falls apart? Try to catch threads that are blowing in the wind…
Why?
Katrina Thornley 
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