Time is the illusion where memories are stored, with expectations of
what we would do differently
We think maybe next time.
There is no next time.
Only the moment of now
and infinite daydreams.
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Illusion Of Now
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mlowe5 says: AGREED! So true! Time will always be, NOW! Al else will always be keloid memories and audacious hopes. Peace and Love, mlowe5 |
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2b2b2 says: Indeed.....Write On!! |
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