Since I am feeling the effects of my treatment pretty heavily at the moment I thought I would call it early and get back to it tomorrow. The way the brain works is pretty interesting and I like seeing what mine does in various states, so I try to write no matter how I might feel, as it gives me a chance to observe the way I think. It is a form of meditation I guess for me or, healing as the case may be.
You remember that evening away
On the balcony you stayed
Later we walked
and to the music we swayed.
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The warmth of the day past
Radiated back from the paths
As we stalked
the life we would make last.
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Unknown is what will come
No matter how we would sum
For time cares naught
for desires, liars will all succumb.
This world that exists at this point will never be the same again, despite how much anyone tries to make it so. As I said to someone tonight, time is just the tracking of movement and if nothing moves, life ends. Time is the most precious resource we have, but not one made to save. We can have all the time in the world but, if nothing moves, time does not exist.
Goodnight.
Taraz
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