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Jan 2015
I sit here listening to music I never thought I would lend an ear to… Or flinch at.I realize that there are so many unpredictable factors in this world that are impossible to see down this infinitely long road we call our journey, like it has a clean and clear final destination. It shows me how unpredictable this all is. How many signs you miss not because you could not see, but how could you? They come and go just as fast as your heart beats. There is nothing you can do about that except to hold on, crawl if you must, to the air that surrounds you, to the dirt that is crumbling under your toes, to the water that rushes by. Hold on to it. Feel it. Learn it’s way. Follow it.

And then I listen to music I will forever love and it reminds me of where I have been. It brings back waves of emotion, of memory preserved by the very feelings this song gives me. It is accurate not because I remember, it is accurate because I feel.
So I have had more feelings in my life than I have memories.
I move along like a blind man, through life. Now is just a thought. Here is very real yet very deceiving. It makes me wonder if life is simply an illusion, a masquerade of memories to confuse your feelings, just long enough to convince you that you have a clue of who you, when you are, what you are, where you are, why you are.
Here. You are.
Where that is I will never know… Perhaps I will only feel.
Alaina
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Alaina  Blondehairdontcare, NY
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