THE FACT OF THE MATTER

Here we go again. Collecting sea shells. One by one into the chest they go. Ones that seem captivating in their own way maybe. Sentimental values that remind us of beautiful things. Precious memories that make us smile. Maybe we might need them one day to remind us of good old days gone by. Telling our kids the memories behind each of them like fairy tales from a far away land.

Here we go again knowing full well that we are collecting nothing but empty spaces. Ones that we refuse to accept in our lifetimes. Ones that have always remain as wishes unfullfilled again and again. Here we go again making fools of ourselves. Refusing the fact of the matter. Pretending not to see. Ha ha.