Faded Memories

Wed, 12/30/2020 - 13:52 -- 1109543

I watch the time slowly fade away....

Precious moments disapper into what one might think is times greatest enemy...     

      Faded Memories

 

    Everyone wants more time... and then more of that.

 

Yet no one understands how losing time makes it so one isn’t at a loss, 

         You hate time when you have none left

But losing time means you are gaining memories...

 

How beautiful it is—

that when you are running out of time, time has already been giving you the greatest gift of all...

         Your Faded Memories 

 

 

Memories are just time that has passed...

      What would life be without the ability to lose time?

          What would the purpose of living be without this grave sacrifice? 

So who are we to be full of remorse when our time is drawing near?

 

 

Time wouldn’t be this fragile element of life if we were given an abundant amount 

         Time is something that no one can control 

While being given only a short period of time, it’s up to you how you want your story to be written

              So don’t say time is precious...

                   Say what we do with our time is precious 

 

 

Don’t die craving more of what you can’t have

       Die with your faded memories imbedded in your mind

Memories are just time that has passed…

       Die remembering    the   passed    time.

 

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