My life just happened, like gravity.
The apple that falls from the tree
slowly loses its brilliance.
Each moment should be savoured and yet
it is good for us to remember
that the past is actually still there.
and that the mind chooses what to forget.
and that the mind chooses what to forget.
How we feel now is how we felt –
wet fur, the scent of lavender
the leather and dust of an old car
are offered on time’s conveyor belt.
unburdening us from mere chronology.
The present lives in our memory.
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