Process Of Molting - Lock and Key

I don’t know who you are I only know who you were.

We have changed.

What we had, will always be there.

At least in memory.

We have a choice, we can let it run us into ground.

Or pick up and start again.

I choose to stand stronger and learn from my mistakes.

Live for the moments when I can release.

For me its therapy.

If you ever need it you’ll have a friend in me.

A friend in me