Long trips don't measure distance.
Deep breaths don't record depth.
Seen sudden shock and change.
Now witness slow wither and decay.
If I could just open my mouth.
If I could just say something.
A whole year passes.
No idea what happened.
A new year;
I am already forgetting.
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 8:44 PM UTC
Long trips don't measure distance.
Deep breaths don't record depth.
Seen sudden shock and change.
Now witness slow wither and decay.
If I could just open my mouth.
If I could just say something.
A whole year passes.
No idea what happened.
A new year;
I am already forgetting.
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