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I am so thankfulI had to watch it all fall. I sitin my orange chair,staring awayat this computer screenwonderingif I’m actuallydoing enough,or what I’m supposed to.Be.
By Candice Rose5 years ago in Poets
Invested in the mission, the future I envision. Irreplaceable memories and many life lessons. Isn’t that why we’re here?
I had no purpose, life had no meaning. I wanted to end this life I’d been leading. Oh God, that perception… I’ve learned you don’t quite know
What is it that keeps you here? In this moment, this very instant. Is it the pseudo of a memory? The one person you can’t imagine your life without?
Love me or not, I’m still going to wake up and live out my god-given cue. ... see that sunrise? that’s proof this morning is full of opportunities a new.
That mischievous smirk. Those warm memories stuck in our time, flashing in my own mind. That same old belly-laugh that rings in my ears,
The sun beaming through the window upon waking: a brand new day That scent that takes you back to that bellyache: nostalgia
Lying here, I’m wide awake again. Bloodshot eyed, results of my offset circadian. Moments like these, I lay still. Out of sync response-abilities,
