Staring at a starry sky i felt a breeze cold enough to brace yourself for more. A moment was what i felt. The irony was that the moment had numerous moments inside them all entwined and weary.And then i learned to be still.
The moment when the sad melody touches you alone in a crowd.
The moment you felt left at the end on a promised trip to fairy land.
The moment you accept defeat.
The moment you land in a limbo with an eternity to forget and nothing to look forward in the future.
The moment of those people who have lost themselves somewhere in the present.
The walk back on a lonely road just after you have lost someone.
The moment of heavenly wisdom.
The moment of lifelike dreams and hazy reality.
The moment you take the deepest breath.
I wait someday to just walk on by, not look over my shoulder and keep my head up high. Even when the chips are down i just want to look back and smile.
Wandered-Lost-Crazy
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