One week from now you won't remember the stain on your white shoes, and another two weeks after that you won't remember the colour of the dress you wore to the prom.
Three months from the day, the smell of the ocean will be only but a distant dream, and you'll be spending the rest of time thinking, 'the push and pull of the shoreline is missing something important.'
A year and a half from now the sound of that song you love won't make you laugh anymore. And the lyrics will stay wrapped in the beat you can't stand, nothing will be special about it now.
Every moment your heart beats your closer to the end, and every word you type, speak, and sing the timmer is preparing to scream.
I'm watching the invisible clock on the wall, and I can see the ships sale across the horizon in water that will never touch the bow that same way again.
One day we will forget about our first love, and the way getting on a escalator was the most stressful task a 6 year old could think of. Your mothers voice will be but a forgotten passcode to your first phone.
I'm scared.
And so are you.
Eventually we will forget about the fear too.
At least you can hide your own Easter basket.
Remember that the color in the sky is there right now... And one day you won't know how the clouds swirled, or the way it felt to be hugged.
I'll remember the bad if I can keep the good too, I just never want to forget.
