You spend your time rushing around your life. Doing the same thing you did yesterday and the same thing you'll do tomorrow, and you don't forget... It's like a warm but vague reminder, constantly there, lining everything you do.
But then you sit down. You just stop. And you actually think.
And when you think, you genuinely remember. You feel it, hear it, taste it.
Want it.
And you smile and feel insanely bipolar.
And then you think it's probably for the best you carry on with your life because it's all too much to consider; its so ridiculously out of reach now.
Corr.
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