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Tuesday, August 19, 2008

you. you and you. you and you and you. all so important to me. those days gone by and some days left over. moments i hope to recapture. but for now it's all but a glance away. it's differnt somehow. black and white. in monochrome. i like sepia but it cannot work.

i don't remember most of what i did. but it is right there. there's no escape. of the things you do subconsciously and you unknowingly forget. of the things you remember but it escapes your mind once it's not there. it all but takes just one glance to remember all the things that i forget and all the things i'd love to recall.

once so young. will i look back on today and realise how young i used to be yet again. i probably would. such a pity. we never realise how young we are until the days are gone.

a queen sitting upon my shoulders. is it a burden, a chore? or is it a glory? it alternates.

these days go by so slowly as we think of the years ahead. but when they years are gone we look back and lament, how time flies and waits for no one.

oh the rain, always leaves me feeling so mellow.

let's cruise down memory lane. i want to be on a scooter with you.
-cheryl
9:02 AM





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