Life’s incredible, isn’t it? One moment of extreme joy, followed by a flood of nostalgia, and you’re left wondering if it ever was real at all. Come, in a flash, with no warning. Gone, with the romance of hope, too quick for the rolling thunder. It, too, is beautiful. It’s enough to step back and dissociate, admiring the clash of colors.

Those few freckles out there that make you smile… it’s nothing short of a miracle. Hold onto those, and never let the harsh beatings of “reality” dissuade you. The memories were real, because the magic is real. You can find it again. You can get those memories every day. If you just keep at it until you die, you will die happy.

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When spring has passed
and in the end we were a
passion pyroclastic

I could figure out and fathom in the fog

As I’m settling here, and slipping down
the remnants in a bottle

I might see again, escaping
from it all