Some days don't
disappear because they were small.
They disappear because we didn't know, at
the time, that they mattered
Forgotten Days is about those quiet pieces
of life we rarely hold onto ordinary mornings
half-finished thoughts, conversations we
thought we'd remember forever.. and then
didn't.
It's about how easily time moves past us
when we are busy becoming who we are
supposed to be.
But I also see something else in these
forgotten days
A softness. A truth.
That even what fades is still part of us
Maybe nothing is truly lost.
Maybe it just changes form, into feeling, into
memory, into the way we love a little
differently because we lived it.
if this piece speaks to you, maybe it's
because you've also been there, standing in
a moment you didn't know would matter
later.
 
 
'Some days we forget... but they never truly
|eave us. They become part of who we are.