forget

father up above, why in all this anger, do you fill me up with love?

an earnest conversation, a home-cooked meal.

when i look at all your other children, it makes me want to be a better person.

why in all this hatred, do you shower me with love?

so i'm told, so the story goes, the people you knew were less than golden hearted. yet you forgave, yet you forgot.

people disappoint, sometimes even friends. but it's okay, but it's alright, i'm learning to forget.


+listening to: nothing.