As we become more tired
Snacking and chatting
An art gallery
Without those perfect moments
There is no meaning
Feels like forever
Only two hours left
Desk meditation
Eyes are so tired
And with a dreary fall day
I just want to nap
Future coming fast
Don't hold on to fears or hopes
Free in the present
Drizzling grey sky
Hoarse voices cheer from the stands
Afternoon soccer
Sometimes the past becomes a blur. But there are certain times I don't want to forget. Times of pure happiness or fun. Times that have touched me or affected me for some reason. Times that have changed me and times were I have grown. Times which were better than expected. There are times I don't want to forget.
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