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If we will ever come to a point where goodbye is inevitable, I will not ask you to teach me how to forget. Instead, I will ask you to show me how to remember. We made so many beautiful memories together, it's a shame to erase them all just because we have to part, and can no longer go back to the beginning to fall in love again. No, no matter how much it will hurt, I won't ask you to teach me how to forget. I will walk all the paths we've trodden and remember how your laughter sounded, how your fingers curled around mine, how your hair smelled under the sun, how your lips tasted. I will remember every bit of you, so when I am finally ready to let go, I can let all of you go the way I've let all the kites fly away when I was young and life was innocent and gentle and kind.

-let go,

katie, 17:30

If we will ever come to a point where goodbye is inevitable, I will not ask you to teach me how to forget. Instead, I will ask you to show me how to remember. We made so many beautiful memories together, it's a shame to erase them all just because we have to part, and can no longer go back to the beginning to fall in love again. No, no matter how much it will hurt, I won't ask you to teach me how to forget. I will walk all the paths we've trodden and remember how your laughter sounded, how your fingers curled around mine, how your hair smelled under the sun, how your lips tasted. I will remember every bit of you, so when I am finally ready to let go, I can let all of you go the way I've let all the kites fly away when I was young and life was innocent and gentle and kind.

-let go,

katie, 17:30

If we will ever come to a point where goodbye is inevitable, I will not ask you to teach me how to forget. Instead, I will ask you to show me how to remember. We made so many beautiful memories together, it's a shame to erase them all just because we have to part, and can no longer go back to the beginning to fall in love again. No, no matter how much it will hurt, I won't ask you to teach me how to forget. I will walk all the paths we've trodden and remember how your laughter sounded, how your fingers curled around mine, how your hair smelled under the sun, how your lips tasted. I will remember every bit of you, so when I am finally ready to let go, I can let all of you go the way I've let all the kites fly away when I was young and life was innocent and gentle and kind.

-let go,

katie, 17:30

Poetry Collection : Anthology 1 , Volume 2 "Mushrooms"

Fleeting fungi cover the forest's foliage,

now autumn, mushrooms sprout in

reclaiming what was once superior,

nevertheless, forgetting any of their sacrifices.

Yet to their hereditary, circles of such

express history and tradition

from spores succumb stories and success

forever encased in extensive exploration

The crack of sticks, the rip of elder bark

and the deteriorated corpse of an apex fox,

all engulfed by the everlasting enigma fuelled by death.

Fields of mushrooms march onto the moon

soon made malignant by autumn's moratorium

Slowly, the slivers of gills and secrete and slime

before commiting to another year on a waiting list.

Poetry Collection : Anthology 1, Volume 3 "Afternoons"

Loving lavenders and dandelions dance in my head,

whatever the reason, regardless, only observing is necessary.

Sublime subways and painted layers of cement

tend to bore spirits.

Instead, insightful serenades of a spring's soul

are all that is needed to thrive.

Clouds like puffs of a windmill's effort

Skies mirroring silvered lakes, splotched in wrinkles of olden traditions

All that is balanced, peaceful, or even enticing,

may invite a simple pleasure

in only those, a pleasant heart can enjoy.