There was nothing like it. There had never been anything like it. It was home to her, and it was where she wanted to go during every day of the year. However, she only got to go during the summer months, once every other year. This was the only thing about Sweden that she did not like, the fact that she got to go there so little. It was expensive to go, and she knew that, but she just couldn’t help but be drawn to its beauty. There was just something about the beauty and tranquility of her mother’s home town that caused her to fall in love with Dala Floda.
Flying on the plane, on her way to Sweden, she just couldn’t wait to get there and hear the familiar, “Hej, Hej!!” and “Hej pa dej!!” from her cousins, aunt and uncle, and grandparents as they arrive. The hugs and love that her extended family shows them is so great that it increases her want to stay forever, but her travels are not over yet, because she knows that she still has the three hour drive from the airport to Dala Floda. On the way there, she stops at a familiar place, a gas station. For some reason, this one gas station is very important to her, and she remembers all of the different times she has stopped to stretched out there, closer now than before to her destination. The familiar ching of the cash register and the smiles on the clerk’s faces warm her like the hot dog she is clutching in her hands, ready to eat.
Finally, when she arrives, she is exhausted. She and her family have been traveling for over twenty-four hours, and she is very sluggish. However, she wills herself to stay up just a little bit longer so that she can greet the rest of her family, and “fika lite” with a midnight snack, before she trudges up the stairs and goes to bed.
In the morning, she slowly opens her eyes to the sights and smells of Sweden, filling her senses with joy and relaxation. She could not be happier. The warm summer sun didn’t get a chance to set for more than an hour the night before, so it has already been up an out, warming the world around her. After eating her bowl of cereal with the fresh “jordgubbar och hallon” (strawberries and raspberries) from the yard outside, she decided that she wanted to go for a swim. So, she called her brothers to see if they would join her, and they agreed whole-heartedly.
Once in their swim wear, and with their towels, the three young adults headed for the lake, which was not even two minutes away from their home. The barefooted people walked slowly down the old, paved road to the lake, passing by the large big-horned sheep on their way. During their short journey, they also saw two small, furry “katter” (cats) playing with each other in the early morning light. Passing by all of the green, flourishing trees on their way, the three people who began the short journey to the lake had become more and more like children, remembering all of the different memories that they have had at this body of water.
Once they arrived at the lake, she took in a deep, slow breath, and let out a long sigh. The clear crystal water was so peaceful at this hour that the water was perfectly still, not a soul in sight to ripple the water. She and her brothers were the only ones who had woken up at that early hour to see the heat of the sun slowly warm up the crisp, cool water of the morning. Taking in another deep breath of the clear air, she memorized the scene around her, focusing on burning it into her mind forever. She knew that one day she wouldn’t return to this peaceful, tranquil place that she loved. She wanted so bad to stay there forever and always experience this type of relaxation and love that she felt when she came to Dala Floda. However, she knew that she would eventually have to go home, back to real life, and back to her senior year in High School. For now though, she figured she could enjoy the time in Sweden that she had while she could. With that knowledge, she took one last look around her at the now rippled water, and followed her brothers into the frigid lake, warming slowly by the bright orange morning sun.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
The Great Sand Dunes
Looking back, remembering all of those years in the past, Michelle stared up at the great towering dune that lay before her. The golden yellow sand, she could tell, was slowly warming up in the heat of the morning sun that cast a small shadow before her feet. Michelle gazed over her shoulder to see who had followed her across the small creek, which ran at the foot of the giant dunes. With a small sigh, she realized that no one had followed her yet, and for good reason too. She noticed that she had forgotten to help with carrying down all of the coolers and chairs that the parents used while the kids went up the dune to play. So, she dropped her shoes in the sand, and began the short journey back across the small brook, still cool from the chilling night air. As she walked across, she felt the familiar trickle of water over her feet, and the cold sand, squished beneath her toes. She had to force herself to continue, however, so as not to get lost in the moment of memories and relaxation. So, she trudged, slowly on in the ankle deep water, across the way to all the parked cars.
Now, her hands full of lawn chairs, lunch-filled coolers, and blankets, Michelle made her way back across the creek for the third time. This time however, she was accompanied by all of her family and friends, which made her feel much more comfortable than before. With a party of thirty-nine people, the small stretch of dry sand at the bottom of the monstrous dune became much more crowded than it had been before. Pretty soon it was covered with lawn chairs, umbrellas, blankets, coolers, and lots of assorted sports equipment that had been strewn all across the ground. As Michelle looked around her at the growing clutter, she realized that all of her friends were gone. It wasn’t until she looked up at the mountain of sand however, that she realized they had already begun their long trek up the first dune.
Michelle moved quickly to a cooler, found her water bottle and put it in her Camelback, and then raced up to the slope towards her friends. Once she arrived at the dune, she had to use her hands and feet, crawling because of the steep incline, in order to make better progress. So, Michelle climbed as quickly as possible, hoping to reach her friends before they got too far up the dune themselves. When she finally reached them however, she was exhausted from the sprint up the dune, and needed to take a break with the others. Finally, once she regained her strength, had some water, and spent some time talking with her friends, they continued. They went the whole rest of the way, without stopping once until they got to the very top of the dune, where they all collapsed from exhaustion, sucking in deep breaths of the high altitude air. When they finally stood up however, they realized just how high up they really were. Looking down at the parents far below, they saw the enormity of their accomplishment, and they were ready to tackle the next dune with ease, no matter what. As Michelle gazed around at the beauty of the golden sand around her, with the wind slowly blowing around her ankles, she realized how truly beautiful it was up there in the Great Sand Dunes of Colorado. As she glanced around at her friends, she smiled a faint smile, and began heading up the next dune.
Now, her hands full of lawn chairs, lunch-filled coolers, and blankets, Michelle made her way back across the creek for the third time. This time however, she was accompanied by all of her family and friends, which made her feel much more comfortable than before. With a party of thirty-nine people, the small stretch of dry sand at the bottom of the monstrous dune became much more crowded than it had been before. Pretty soon it was covered with lawn chairs, umbrellas, blankets, coolers, and lots of assorted sports equipment that had been strewn all across the ground. As Michelle looked around her at the growing clutter, she realized that all of her friends were gone. It wasn’t until she looked up at the mountain of sand however, that she realized they had already begun their long trek up the first dune.
Michelle moved quickly to a cooler, found her water bottle and put it in her Camelback, and then raced up to the slope towards her friends. Once she arrived at the dune, she had to use her hands and feet, crawling because of the steep incline, in order to make better progress. So, Michelle climbed as quickly as possible, hoping to reach her friends before they got too far up the dune themselves. When she finally reached them however, she was exhausted from the sprint up the dune, and needed to take a break with the others. Finally, once she regained her strength, had some water, and spent some time talking with her friends, they continued. They went the whole rest of the way, without stopping once until they got to the very top of the dune, where they all collapsed from exhaustion, sucking in deep breaths of the high altitude air. When they finally stood up however, they realized just how high up they really were. Looking down at the parents far below, they saw the enormity of their accomplishment, and they were ready to tackle the next dune with ease, no matter what. As Michelle gazed around at the beauty of the golden sand around her, with the wind slowly blowing around her ankles, she realized how truly beautiful it was up there in the Great Sand Dunes of Colorado. As she glanced around at her friends, she smiled a faint smile, and began heading up the next dune.
Dad
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
I know that to be true
But yet, I feel the same way
When I’m close and hugging you
Your thoughtful words and well-chosen talks
Seem to give us something to say
And though I may be distant to some
They touch my heart in every way
Without you dad, there’d be no me
And we couldn’t share our thoughts
You couldn’t guide me through my life
And I couldn’t love you lots
So thank you for you guidance
Your ever-constant prayer
The love that reaches in me
To let me know you’re there
On your Happy Birthday
Let there be absence not
And if our hearts grow fonder
Make sure it’s by a lot
I know that to be true
But yet, I feel the same way
When I’m close and hugging you
Your thoughtful words and well-chosen talks
Seem to give us something to say
And though I may be distant to some
They touch my heart in every way
Without you dad, there’d be no me
And we couldn’t share our thoughts
You couldn’t guide me through my life
And I couldn’t love you lots
So thank you for you guidance
Your ever-constant prayer
The love that reaches in me
To let me know you’re there
On your Happy Birthday
Let there be absence not
And if our hearts grow fonder
Make sure it’s by a lot
On Love
Love is such a complicated word, and love is found so little. Love is deep and love is wide, but sometimes love is just a memory. I tell few people that I love them, because I find that love is a hard thing to admit. When even my best of friends tell me that they love me, I find it very difficult to reply in the same, sincere voice. Of course, I have told the members of my family that I love them, and that is not difficult at all because I have said so for as long as I can remember. My parents and my brothers sit at the dinner table talking, as I finish getting ready for practice, and begin to head out the door. Their conversations slowly die as I am heading for the garage, and I yell back towards the lit kitchen, “Bye guys! See you in a bit! Love you!” as a resounding “Love you Shelli! Have fun!” comes back and touches my ears. Then, I know I can go safely and soundly to my practice, and I know I will be missed, getting lots of hugs and love when I return. Love is also what people feel, or think they feel, when they find “that perfect someone”.
For many people, it takes years; sometimes even decades to fall in love, and stay in love with someone who they want to spend the rest of their lives with. On the beach, my father and mother walk slowly in the cool night sand. Dave turns to Lis and says, “I got you something”, and with a grin on his face, Lis begins to search his pockets for the candy bar she thinks she is getting. This ‘game’ that they have often played with each other however, was very different today, for in his sock, Lis found a small box, and inside it, a wedding ring. To her surprise, he got down on one knee, and asked that wonderful question, “Will you marry me?” After dating each other for at least five years, Dave knew that he had made the right decision, and that they would be happy together for the rest of their lives. This love is strong, and this love is true, and their love cannot be broken by anything that comes by, which is why one must be patient in order to reach true love that many desire.
Love is like a punch in the gut that can knock the wind out of you in an instant, and keep you down and out for a long time. However, when you finally get back up again, you realize that love is something that can bring you eternal happiness Whether it is with your family or a spouse, love is eternal, and who you say you love, is very important to know. When you love someone, it can lift you up or take you down. Some loves succeed, and some loves fail, but when people take their time, and realize that the love is true, only then will their love be forever. Life is a very complicated thing, but it can be made a little bit better with the great feeling called love.
For many people, it takes years; sometimes even decades to fall in love, and stay in love with someone who they want to spend the rest of their lives with. On the beach, my father and mother walk slowly in the cool night sand. Dave turns to Lis and says, “I got you something”, and with a grin on his face, Lis begins to search his pockets for the candy bar she thinks she is getting. This ‘game’ that they have often played with each other however, was very different today, for in his sock, Lis found a small box, and inside it, a wedding ring. To her surprise, he got down on one knee, and asked that wonderful question, “Will you marry me?” After dating each other for at least five years, Dave knew that he had made the right decision, and that they would be happy together for the rest of their lives. This love is strong, and this love is true, and their love cannot be broken by anything that comes by, which is why one must be patient in order to reach true love that many desire.
Love is like a punch in the gut that can knock the wind out of you in an instant, and keep you down and out for a long time. However, when you finally get back up again, you realize that love is something that can bring you eternal happiness Whether it is with your family or a spouse, love is eternal, and who you say you love, is very important to know. When you love someone, it can lift you up or take you down. Some loves succeed, and some loves fail, but when people take their time, and realize that the love is true, only then will their love be forever. Life is a very complicated thing, but it can be made a little bit better with the great feeling called love.
Little Rags
The little rags of my heart
The feelings been left behind
The thoughts of my day’s feelings
That often hide from my mind
I am a person of laughter
I always try to use wit
My humor opens new friendships
Though competitive we will not quit
Imagination flows like a river
It falls just as the setting sun
The chirping birds of the morning
Shows when the night is done
The crunching leaves beneath my feet
Warm my soul as I climb
The windy road to the mountains
Today we’ve been keeping good time
There is a compassionate someone in front of me
I cannot yet tell who he is
But with a wink and a smile, and open arms
We embrace, and my heart reaches his
The cool, crisp air of today
Shows there is much we can know
Of the little rags of yesterday
That can become tomorrow’s show
The feelings been left behind
The thoughts of my day’s feelings
That often hide from my mind
I am a person of laughter
I always try to use wit
My humor opens new friendships
Though competitive we will not quit
Imagination flows like a river
It falls just as the setting sun
The chirping birds of the morning
Shows when the night is done
The crunching leaves beneath my feet
Warm my soul as I climb
The windy road to the mountains
Today we’ve been keeping good time
There is a compassionate someone in front of me
I cannot yet tell who he is
But with a wink and a smile, and open arms
We embrace, and my heart reaches his
The cool, crisp air of today
Shows there is much we can know
Of the little rags of yesterday
That can become tomorrow’s show
Life
Two Parents Two Brothers
Three Grandparents One Cat
love hope
friendship hugs
Family
A Heart A Brain
A Body A Motive
smiles laughter
humor happiness
Life
Snow Rain
Leaves Summer
sleeping exploring
eating playing
Adventure
Today is the day for inspiration, don’t wait for tomorrow
Three Grandparents One Cat
love hope
friendship hugs
Family
A Heart A Brain
A Body A Motive
smiles laughter
humor happiness
Life
Snow Rain
Leaves Summer
sleeping exploring
eating playing
Adventure
Today is the day for inspiration, don’t wait for tomorrow
Left Hand
My left hand cannot be equally compared with my right
And, over the ages of its lack of use, I have hence diverged from using my left at all
I have traveled through many years of school in life
And in the grassy undergrowth of my knowledge
Lies the forgotten and worn hand that is my left
Trodden upon since the day I chose my right
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both”
And being one student, I chose my right
Leaving my left alone in the distance
Daughter
My whole life, I have known my father, and he has always been there for me. Looking back on the years of my life, I realized that there is something more than just a man who leaves for work early in the morning, and who comes home around six, just in time for dinner. There is a kind, gentle teacher behind the hard-working man that I call dad. Throughout my whole sixteen years of existence, my dad has tried to teach me everything he can, trying to fill me with the knowledge that I will need in order to succeed in life. Then, I begin to think, and soon, I begin to remember my past.
The day was early, and the sun had not yet come out of the early morning fog. A man sat there, soaking in the clean morning air, and with a sigh, he looked down at the young girl lying in his lap. He longed to reach out to her, longing to find a way to communicate, but there was a communication barrier, preventing a conversation. She had not yet learned to speak, and so, instead, they sat in silence, the girl his lap, and the man on the porch step, listening to the morning sounds of the day that brought out new life.
Sprinting up the street, the girl ran at top speed, trying to outrun her younger brother who was just a few strides behind her. Quickly cutting left, the girl looked back over her shoulder just in time to see the football soaring in her direction. Reaching out her hands, stretching her legs that one last leap, she caught the airborne football. Landing heavily from the awkward catch, the girl just had enough time to sprint up the rest of the way, past her brother, to get the touchdown she deserved. With a smile on his face, the man who had thrown the football walked up slowly to where the girl had caught the ball, and she met him there with an embrace, thanking him for the good pass. Then with a smile, she took back the ball that she had just placed in his hands, and threw it to the unhappy brother that had just been scored on.
Sitting on her bed, crying softly, the girl was ashamed of herself. She had never felt so guilty in her whole life. How was she supposed to know a simple game of truth or dare could go so wrong? All she did was kiss a guy on the cheek, why was that so bad? Deep inside though, she knew it was bad, which was why she felt as guilty as she did. The man standing in the room next to her said nothing; all he did was look at the picture that he held between his hands. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he placed the picture frame on the bed next to the crying girl, and left the room without a word. With one look at the girl in the frame, realizing it was a younger version of herself; the girl sitting on the bed began to cry harder, for some reason feeling even guiltier than before.
“How will they ever forgive me?” the girl whimpered quietly to herself. “There is no way that they will ever love me again, after what I did.”
However, a few minutes later, the tall, dark man reappeared in the room to see how the crying girl was. He realized that she was still sitting there, clutching tightly to the picture he had left lying on her bed.
“Shelli,” he reassured her in a calming and relaxing voice, “there is no way that I could ever love you less. Sometimes,” he continued, “you just need to think before you act.”
Nodding with understanding, the still crying girl put the picture down so she could give the man a hug, wishing she could go back in time, but thankful for the understanding that the man showed towards her. Through more tears and more hugs, the father spoke with his daughter for more than an hour, and the girl listened, thanking God for such a wonderful role model, and such an understanding friend in her life.
February 21st, 10 p.m., she sat on the couch, pondering the words that just wouldn’t come. Wondering what to say and how to say it, she sat there tapping her pen against the pad of paper that had only one word written on it so far, ‘Dad’. However, staring at the page, with one last glance at the word writing neatly on the top, she began to write, and as she did, the words began to flow like a river, rushing towards the emotion and feeling that they expressed.
Dad
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
I know that to be true
But yet I feel the same way
When I’m close and hugging you
Your thoughtful words and well picked talks
Seems to give us something to say
Even though I may be aloof to some
They touch my heart in every way
Without you dad there’d be no me
And we couldn’t share our thoughts
You couldn’t guide me through my life
And I couldn’t love you lots
So thank you for you guidance
Your ever constant prayer
The love that reaches in me
To let me know you’re there
On your Happy Birthday
Let there be absence not
And if our hearts grow fonder
Make sure it’s by a lot.
She knew these words would do, and that he too would see, and realize the emotion put into the poem written for his birthday. It was with that knowledge that she rewrote it on a card, satisfied with her work, and went to bed.
Coming back to reality, I remember all I wrote. I see my father holding my hand and telling me how much he loves me, and how desperately he wants to reach me on a level that we can both understand. Now, I finally realize how much he truly does love me, and how much he has loved me for my entire life. There has never been a better teacher, father, and friend for me in my life than the man that I call dad, which is why I am proud to say that I am, and forever will be, his daughter.
The day was early, and the sun had not yet come out of the early morning fog. A man sat there, soaking in the clean morning air, and with a sigh, he looked down at the young girl lying in his lap. He longed to reach out to her, longing to find a way to communicate, but there was a communication barrier, preventing a conversation. She had not yet learned to speak, and so, instead, they sat in silence, the girl his lap, and the man on the porch step, listening to the morning sounds of the day that brought out new life.
Sprinting up the street, the girl ran at top speed, trying to outrun her younger brother who was just a few strides behind her. Quickly cutting left, the girl looked back over her shoulder just in time to see the football soaring in her direction. Reaching out her hands, stretching her legs that one last leap, she caught the airborne football. Landing heavily from the awkward catch, the girl just had enough time to sprint up the rest of the way, past her brother, to get the touchdown she deserved. With a smile on his face, the man who had thrown the football walked up slowly to where the girl had caught the ball, and she met him there with an embrace, thanking him for the good pass. Then with a smile, she took back the ball that she had just placed in his hands, and threw it to the unhappy brother that had just been scored on.
Sitting on her bed, crying softly, the girl was ashamed of herself. She had never felt so guilty in her whole life. How was she supposed to know a simple game of truth or dare could go so wrong? All she did was kiss a guy on the cheek, why was that so bad? Deep inside though, she knew it was bad, which was why she felt as guilty as she did. The man standing in the room next to her said nothing; all he did was look at the picture that he held between his hands. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he placed the picture frame on the bed next to the crying girl, and left the room without a word. With one look at the girl in the frame, realizing it was a younger version of herself; the girl sitting on the bed began to cry harder, for some reason feeling even guiltier than before.
“How will they ever forgive me?” the girl whimpered quietly to herself. “There is no way that they will ever love me again, after what I did.”
However, a few minutes later, the tall, dark man reappeared in the room to see how the crying girl was. He realized that she was still sitting there, clutching tightly to the picture he had left lying on her bed.
“Shelli,” he reassured her in a calming and relaxing voice, “there is no way that I could ever love you less. Sometimes,” he continued, “you just need to think before you act.”
Nodding with understanding, the still crying girl put the picture down so she could give the man a hug, wishing she could go back in time, but thankful for the understanding that the man showed towards her. Through more tears and more hugs, the father spoke with his daughter for more than an hour, and the girl listened, thanking God for such a wonderful role model, and such an understanding friend in her life.
February 21st, 10 p.m., she sat on the couch, pondering the words that just wouldn’t come. Wondering what to say and how to say it, she sat there tapping her pen against the pad of paper that had only one word written on it so far, ‘Dad’. However, staring at the page, with one last glance at the word writing neatly on the top, she began to write, and as she did, the words began to flow like a river, rushing towards the emotion and feeling that they expressed.
Dad
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
I know that to be true
But yet I feel the same way
When I’m close and hugging you
Your thoughtful words and well picked talks
Seems to give us something to say
Even though I may be aloof to some
They touch my heart in every way
Without you dad there’d be no me
And we couldn’t share our thoughts
You couldn’t guide me through my life
And I couldn’t love you lots
So thank you for you guidance
Your ever constant prayer
The love that reaches in me
To let me know you’re there
On your Happy Birthday
Let there be absence not
And if our hearts grow fonder
Make sure it’s by a lot.
She knew these words would do, and that he too would see, and realize the emotion put into the poem written for his birthday. It was with that knowledge that she rewrote it on a card, satisfied with her work, and went to bed.
Coming back to reality, I remember all I wrote. I see my father holding my hand and telling me how much he loves me, and how desperately he wants to reach me on a level that we can both understand. Now, I finally realize how much he truly does love me, and how much he has loved me for my entire life. There has never been a better teacher, father, and friend for me in my life than the man that I call dad, which is why I am proud to say that I am, and forever will be, his daughter.
Pink
The light pink shades of the morning sun show the dew
Sprinkled on the newly bronzed leaves of fall
The sky is shining the brightest crimson imaginable
As the cool shades of blue and warm yellow, shade the cherry sky
The green of the earth is cold and frozen
The dew, sprinkled upon the grass and the leaves, begins to thaw
As the goldenness of the sun begins to pink the clouds and the sky
Leaving the black of the night only above the dark, gloomy mountains
The warmth and life that this light ruby brings is forgotten
As the world lies asleep in bed
For those who were out in celebration the night before
The crimson only brings about a prolonged want for sleep
The reason that the pink is so soothing
And because it has been an influence so strong
Those who see its morning light
Wish only to turn around and go right back to bed
Missing the opportunity of the morning.
Thus the power of the morning prevails
With the light of the scarlet sky silencing the world
Keeping those who never got out of bed
Sleepy for the whole rest of the day
Memories
I am from the things in the back of my head that are memories
They are the memories that are known from a time very long ago
Some of my memories, stored too far back in my head have been forgotten
But there are also some that I have found, there are some that I still know.
I am from a country that is very far away, the country that is Sweden
The country where my mom had lived for all her life, where she was born
This was were I would frolic, every day and every hour in the lake that I loved
Until I was too tired to continue my constant swimming, and until I was worn.
I am from diverse athletics, it seems that I have played them all
I play all sorts of different things of several diverse kinds
Soccer, basketball and then lacrosse are just few in my long list
I have found that through my hard work, I’m strong in body and in mind.
I am from adventurous lives, my father always taking us to somewhere new
I wish to explore the earth because I’m fascinated with the world around
The places I’ve been though, just seem like it’s not enough of the world
I need to discover a new and different adventure, I need to find new ground.
I am from my mom and my dad, my parents who have always been there
The parents who have loved me, cared for me, and nurtured me since the beginning
The parents who have been there for me for all of time, keeping me healthy and strong
And the parents who tried their hardest to give me a life that I know is worth living.
I am from the memories that are stored deep within my slowly filling mind
The memories from a very different time, the memories of a deep and fulfilling past
I am from the life I’m living, right now, that is constantly creating more memories
And it is the life that I want to remember, it is the life that I want to make last.
They are the memories that are known from a time very long ago
Some of my memories, stored too far back in my head have been forgotten
But there are also some that I have found, there are some that I still know.
I am from a country that is very far away, the country that is Sweden
The country where my mom had lived for all her life, where she was born
This was were I would frolic, every day and every hour in the lake that I loved
Until I was too tired to continue my constant swimming, and until I was worn.
I am from diverse athletics, it seems that I have played them all
I play all sorts of different things of several diverse kinds
Soccer, basketball and then lacrosse are just few in my long list
I have found that through my hard work, I’m strong in body and in mind.
I am from adventurous lives, my father always taking us to somewhere new
I wish to explore the earth because I’m fascinated with the world around
The places I’ve been though, just seem like it’s not enough of the world
I need to discover a new and different adventure, I need to find new ground.
I am from my mom and my dad, my parents who have always been there
The parents who have loved me, cared for me, and nurtured me since the beginning
The parents who have been there for me for all of time, keeping me healthy and strong
And the parents who tried their hardest to give me a life that I know is worth living.
I am from the memories that are stored deep within my slowly filling mind
The memories from a very different time, the memories of a deep and fulfilling past
I am from the life I’m living, right now, that is constantly creating more memories
And it is the life that I want to remember, it is the life that I want to make last.
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