briheint
The sound of silence. The sound of loneliness. Nohthing-ness. Do you ever feel lost. I don’t mean lost in a maze of unfamiliar buildings and traffic. I mean tangled in confusion with a fuzzy and obstructed gaze of what lays ahead. No not a physical destination. I’m talking about traveling through life. When you can't tell your up from down. What is the difference between left and right anyway? They can both get me there eventually all that matters is the combination (until one leads you to a dead end). Lost, meaning you’re surrounded by strangers, yet you’re not in a new place. When you wake up, in the same exact bed each morning, to a place that seems so foreign. Seconds seem like hours, but you blink and the day is almost over. Swimming against the current trying to make your way back to the familiar. The wind is never against your back. You’ve lost your compass, the north star is no where in sight. The world spins around you a chaotic whirl that you can’t seem to comprehend.
to capture a moment, in it's essence. The array of the sunset's colors the warmth of it's glow. The joy, passion, heat of the moment. The friendship, the present. What is and what will be. A moment is fleeting, and our memories try best to capture as many pieces as possible. But we'll never be here again.
The children pranced across the pastel chalk hop scotch. Giddy with joy, their souls light with carelessness. I listened to their giggles float along the breeze. To be young and innocent. What a gift.
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