pieces#4 City in Water

by remembertoexhale

The tips of their tops lie in the dusty puddles and the fingers of time scrape down their sides, leaving traces of moss and algae. In a few years’ time they will be replaced and time will start on a clean canvas once again, drawing extra lines down the faces of our concrete and glass we thought were so permanent and we will forget. We will forget the faces we once knew better than the backs of our hands and the paths we walked as if we paved ourselves.