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I’ve lived with the future and the past but never with my present, fetched for moments I thought would last, as they were well spent. I’ve gone miles adrift of my conscience by seeing memories slip away, they try floating with burly defiance and not drown in the stack of hay. I was told to hold on to words spoken in the finest hours of many lives, yet I scattered them like shepherds and poked their existence with rusted knives. I am not a slave to the time God or a souvenir for the realm of memories. I’m just a fool at sea without a balancing rod, battling the infinite boundaries.
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Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
Stuck in Time
I’ve lived with the future and the past but never with my present, fetched for moments I thought would last, as they were well spent. I’ve gone miles adrift of my conscience by seeing memories slip away, they try floating with burly defiance and not drown in the stack of hay. I was told to hold on to words spoken in the finest hours of many lives, yet I scattered them like shepherds and poked their existence with rusted knives. I am not a slave to the time God or a souvenir for the realm of memories. I’m just a fool at sea without a balancing rod, battling the infinite boundaries.
It’s never wise to sacrifice ourselves for the sake of mere flashbacks that can be relived. The wrath of time spares none but those who flow with it.
#time#moments#stuck#memories
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21/M/India
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
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