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Monday, February 21, 2011

Reflect.

Pieces of the night come back to me
Awakening me like the morning light
Things don't feel so right when darkness turns to light
My mind wanders and gets lost in the breeze
There's no point to regret when we have the future ahead of us
Why waste time when time is not guaranteed?
There's only time to be here, so please don't go there.
Don't stop there, just breathe.
Just look at me in the eyes and hear me say "it wasn't you that went away
It was me but right now I can't see you in this light"
Things come alive when looking clear at the dead of the night
That's when I see things for what they are
No matter how near or far
Memories glitter the motion of why we live
Sometimes it's blinding and we look away
But that's how we learn that's why it's all okay.

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