preserves

I have come to a point of letting go.
but I'd prefer to hold on.
you went ahead and tossed me into the fire.
but I'm letting you smolder.
even glowing embers are better than nothing. it's the one thing I can control.
I can't let this misery spoil. it's too sweet.
I hope to always keep your preserves.

You will rot.
but our past will stay with me.
at this point in my life it is too hard to find things that aren't already decomposing.
these memories and reminders must be tucked into a cool, dark place.
it's only appropriate.



Please note that the statement I have paired with this image was based on my own thoughts for this piece. It is in no way meant to stifle the meaning generated by others. Please take from this piece what you can personally. It holds a lot more than just one meaning.

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