If you care to remember, Care to remember me. What do you see? Am I still there? Do I look the same, Same as when we were - Or has my face disappeared, Into a dark, deep, Oblivious sub-conscience. Do you want to, Want to remember? For soon it's December, And then the New Year. Where will we both be, When a reunion comes along? Will memories be so vivid? We have moved on. Our lives went away. Did I see you there? It couldn't have been you.
This is the archive of previous writings of the Opiated Sherpa. It's mostly poetry that dates back to 1997, back when I was a sapling of 16. And then since then... this.