empty apts

so it seems that we all change and the world keeps moving without you. however, sometimes i wish it would wait. i wish i could be in a million places at once. but it's all sectioned off only to be revisited by nostalgic moments. i'm thankful for the experiences. reminds me of the book The Giver. i keep remembering those sunny days during the cold nights in the snow. all these experiences make memories. it's like a cache of all the good and the bad. some things stay and others fade away. it seems that faces are the first to go. only parts at a time come back to memory. and it's a hope that through all of this i might be getting smarter. maybe a little wiser. but for now, it's all flying by. with the sun in my eyes and the visor just over the light going by the next hill on my way home from kyser's.