It's incredible the way time can pass without you noticing. I took a refreshing breath tonight when I remembered how it felt to hear a song and become as depressed as the tragic hero who wrote it; this time I couldn't sympathize, only remember.
I love the feel of summer heat and summer romance, but like the wind we all move on. I feel great tonight - so much better than I've felt in a long time. I don't know if it's love for someone or something that I've been missing far too long, or if it's love of something even bigger than immortal love itself.
In fact, I don't even know what I'm talking about.
This is one of those rare instances in which I find myself fine, satisfied, looking at a picture of someone long fallen out of my reach without jealousy, anger, hostility, or any other slew of pent-up and suppressed emotion surfacing to override any happy memory I owe myself.
This is my seven hundredth post. I could never make a living with the thoughts that flow through my head, but I love this simple pleasure and the simple pleasure of memories.
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You could make a living with your thoughts if you wanted to...
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