It’s funny how the little things can take you so far back. It’s funny how you can time travel after seeing a cloud, a car, a sunset. It’s funny how hearing a song can drown you in emotion. The little things- they grab you by surprise. It’s when you’re least expecting it, it’s like getting punched in the face- unwanted and painful. I wish I could tune my ears and fix my eyes to look solely to the future. Our lives are so short and so delicate to be living in the past. Why dwell on what’s done when you can marvel on what’s to come. Those little things get you and drag you under. Before you know it, you’re swimming in regrets,-desperate for air. Desperate for closure.
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