somehow we’re carried along in and out of situations
in different places between multiple characters of things and people.
all along we are left imprints and leave imprints —
know answers or know nothing.

somehow within our incapability to be or live perfect,
we perfectly find our places inside and outside of certain moments.
as we continue to grow we remember more specifically those moments that we choose to
and as for others, they choose too.
but sometimes we can recall the same moment,
sometimes we were together.