Lost Bodies
There's too many things I regret. Things I replay in my mind like records, endlessly playing a scratchy tune. My time is no limited resource. I don't have anywhere left to be. I wipe sweat beads off my forehead, although the woods are cold. My water bottle is almost empty, small sips are key. I regret forgetting it all. The memories that i can't recall, the people and places i probably visited daily.