yet to come (to Melee)

It’s a pretty rotten little apple I catch

I eat it right down to the core where the flesh is softer where the fresh is flesher

And there with the fresh flesh I flesh out this idea

that somehow and somewhere you’re not alive at all

and you’re not dead either

you can’t really die when you are made up of all the interactions

and those interactions morph and then wander off

Somewhere else on their own

and they get lost and they don’t remember and that doesn’t matter

Because then another memory disappears

and with it

Someone else is grieving

That’s why we remember

we remember because it is yet to come

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