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You know, I always erase everything... And lately, my memory loss is erasing what time hasn't.
— Rolf van der Wind
You know, I always erase everything... And lately, my memory loss is erasing what time hasn't.
The pain we feel so deeply inside is the longing to capture moments in life. It is an illusion of the mind that this time can always be kept.
I linger in moments long ago,
Time is a fleeting thing, a precious gift of life's days, It comes and goes, a bird with swift wings. How I wish I could have more time, but time is fleeting, like a passing breeze, it moves fast and cannot be grasped, it's there one day, gone the next. Of this precious gift I give you mine because you are worth every second spent.
She said goodbye, and I knew she was setting like the sun, never to see her again. Something inside me rejected the notion of a farewell, holding to the notion that although the sun sets in the sky every day, it will never be night because this moment is forever frozen in time.
She said goodbye, and I knew she was setting like the sun, never to see her again. Something inside me rejected the notion of a farewell, holding to the assumption that although the sun sets in the sky every day, it will never be night because this moment is forever frozen in time.
