And So

And so my brain prepared itself for a memory. It knows how to now. Instead of waiting for damage to remember along the lines, it just warned. It warned of what was soon to come. Death. Of a grandparent. Of a piece of gold embroidered into my veins. A piece of gold that illuminates when the sight of its forebears struck their ever-present view. Now worn as a ring. Decorated upon another skin of their own. Flesh finding its way along time in its own selfish yet amalgamatic way. And so, here we are, and so we beat on.