Fragments Lost in the Lost Story Place, Wherever That Is
A Thought created from looking at the Image above:
I collect moments
in and out of each and every day
sometimes even in the middle of the night
Moments gather
and fill my pockets
They are mostly made of air and light
These moments remind me that I am here
They look and say hey you were there
They are my baggage and too my joy
can be forgotten, but I cannot destroy
There are moments I hold close
and many I push away
To stop the moments from coming
would be to choose a dying day
You see moments multiply
to let you know you are living
As long as you keep collecting
time will keep on giving
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