If we could all lose our memory we would no longer feel pain. That lingering feeling of loss, gone. A distant memory we never had.
Here today, gone, minutes later. A moment becomes more important. Vital to existence. We must love each second as if we never wish to be forgotten.
We’d be so consumed with making memorable moments we’d forget to laugh. The fleeting thought of no one caring makes us cry. Then we forget why.
How wonderful would that lie be? To live a life so free. Forget what it’s like to be me.
Here today.
Gone today.
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