People purchase the most valuable items,
in most cases, struggle to dispose of such "precious" goods.
I wonder why am I so different,
countless goods of all kind came and fade away in time,
some went right to the garbage,
others still usable were given to people in need.
But there's one kind of item, good, call it as you want, that I struggle the most to let go,
the human kind.
I can remember each and every person that run into my life,
even if a long time has passed since our last kiss, hug, handshake.
Some of this beings are like constants, never changeable, beings of light that guide me
others had a brief passing in time language,
others took a little while but followed their path.
In all cases, a single drop or a river was left in me.
Days, years, a long time after their farewell I continue to feel their presence
I still hear their voices, their teachings echoing in my mind.
That little drop or current river still are constant shapers of me, of who I wanna become.
And that's what I pursue in life, my purchase is my blessing freedom and my most excruciating curse.
Maybe my old soul will need a few more millenniums to learn to truly let go or do I have to learn how to live with the good memory of an old soul?
