so today i walked beside this old lady. she was carrying smth. i walked past her but idk sm how the urge to carry it with her.. won. n i stopped n went back.

n all the way, she talked so good. n idk it still feels like that was my grandma. like i cant stop imagining her. she was sweet too. but like sm how she unlocked a door way to her.. all the way long. n i could see her. hear her. her putting lil force on ma hand when i would go to greet her..

its just when life gets wrecked or its peak smiles.. they memory of her just finds its way to me.